There’s More Drag Than Just Drag Race

The premiere of season 14 of the Emmy-winning competition show Rupaul’s Drag Race airs tonight, and while I still plan to watch it with my housemates, I think we should take a moment to remind the audience that Rupaul’s Drag Race (or RPDR, as I’ll shorten it to in this article often), is NOT the bible of drag nor the ideal goal for most drag artists. And just because you watch RPDR does NOT make you an expert on drag. While Drag Race has been amazing for bringing drag into the mainstream, supporting tons of nightlife performers and drag artists, and giving queer people a platform to showcase their art unlike everything else, it’s also done a lot to harm drag artists and drag as a whole.

Drag Race began in 2009 and was the first drag competition show to ever hit a mainstream audience. It was, in its early days, unapologetically queer and made some jokes that have since been removed because they were… well… Bad (looking at you “shemale”). The show was incredible for gay representation, awareness around HIV with Ongina in season 1, heartbreaking stories about gay men, and a beautiful (and sort of insanely unhinged) platform for drag queens to be seen as real artists. But it was also inherently misogynistic and transphobic. Drag itself is NOT misogynistic or transphobic, let’s make that very clear. Crossdressing, female impersonation and drag itself has never been those things. And drag has always been an art form populated by more than cis gay men: cis women are drag queens and kings, trans women are some of the original creators of drag and most prominent queens in our history, and nonbinary people have always been involved in drag since it’s earliest days. But RPDR did not showcase these elements of drag. Only cis men were allowed to audition for the show, and in season 5 one of the queens on the show, Monica Beverly Hills, revealed she had to stop her transition as a trans woman to even be on the show because they wouldn’t allow her to come if she had fully transitioned.

Season 9 of Drag Race featured the first trans woman who was out prior to being cast on the show as Peppermint. Peppermint was very open about her transness on the show, but it was rarely brought up aside from her “tragic backstory” moments to win the show an Emmy. Gottmik was the first trans man to be cast on the show in season 13 last year, who was very open about his own transition and place in the drag community, wearing runways that showed off top surgery scars on the main stage. This year also saw the return of Kylie Sonique Love, who came out as a trans woman at the end of season 2 of the show and returned to win All Stars 6 this summer as the first trans winner of the show, and this season has introduced Kornbread “The Snack” Jete and Kerri Colby, two trans women who are competing on this season. 

So certainly in later years, RPDR has started making strides towards being more inclusive and featuring trans artists on the show, but for a show that is meant to show a community that was literally built on the backs of trans women, it’s horribly behind and paints a very skewed image of drag as a whole. And it’s been, for years, not showcasing the trans people who even make up so much of the drag community across the world. So don’t go congratulating Drag Race for having a few trans women on season 14: they’re doing the bare minimum fourteen seasons late.

RPDR also had it’s first cis woman on season 3 of the UK version of Drag Race, also this year. Cis women have been drag queens forever and are a huge part of the drag scene, so RPDR’s refusal to include them and cast them on the show does not go unnoticed. Drag kings are also a huge part of drag as a whole, and not a Single drag king has ever been cast on drag race, despite the show often doing “masculine drag” challenges thatalmost feel like a mockery of drag kings.

Does this all mean we shouldn’t support Drag Race anymore? No, not entirely. While the show has tons of other issues besides these (their villainization of black queens, the heavy editing, the psychological abuse of the contestants, problematic challenges and queens, etc), it’s still a fun show and has been incredibly queer representation for years, as well as incredible for helping drag queens who would never have had the level of success and financial support the show has given them. But it’s important to be aware that there is SO MUCH MORE DRAG than just what appears on Drag Race. There are other shows that feature drag artists such as Dragula, Camp Wannakiki, La Mas Draga, and beyond that, there’s local drag in every city across the United States AND drag queens to create content online if you’re can’t find any local drag (Evah Destruction, Nemesis LaCroix, the Stream Queens network, etc.). So enjoy the season premiere of Drag Race, but don’t let your consumption of drag end there!

This week’s look is just a fun one to get hyped about the new season of RPDR cause yeah, I’m still excited for it.

TOLAROIDS: Best of 2021

Happy New Year!

While we enter 2022, I wanted to do a photography recap of 2021. Not every photo here is my best, as some of them are more significant in meaning than the artistic value. I tried to choose a photo that would be a highlight from every month.

 

JANUARY – Morning in the mountains (Zakopane, Poland)

One of the first photos taken in 2021 with my brand new camera and lens in one of my favorite parts of Poland

 

FEBRUARY – New wave of protests in Poland after controversial, stricter abortion law was proposed (Krakow, Poland)

Now, I am not usually a fan of Black&White photos, but I believe they can often be powerful. Red has become an important symbol in the women’s strike which is against the strict and religiously conservative new abortion laws in Poland. These laws already caused many health concerns as well as led to actual death, but also put the future of Poland’s political freedom and democracy into question.

MARCH – 1. Women’s strike on the International Women’s Day (Krakow, Poland)

I am putting two pictures for March since this is an important issue that I want to gain more international recognition. Since the new government was elected Poland’s democracy has been in decline. The government’s doings caused a wave of protests in which participation is progressively met with more punishments and consequences, which is a real threat to Poland’s political freedom.

2. A famous occupied house on Rigaer Strasse (Berlin, Germany)

 

Walking through Berlin you can often see these graffiti-filled buildings that are actually areas occupied by citizens who often reject the conventional social structures and norms. They usually separate themselves from the society and communicate through art and activism. Landlords often don’t mind, but with increasing gentrification the occupants are more frequently forced out of what is now their home – and so they protest with art pieces like this one.

APRIL – Re-discovering my city (Krakow, Poland)

I was already stuck at home for the semester, which is why I decided to re-discover my city by walking through it and pretending like I am a tourist seeing it for the first time.

 

MAY – The line for COVID vaccinations on the Market Square (Krakow, Poland)

In May vaccines started to be available to everyone aged 18 and older instead of only for certain groups, and it was still difficult to find a slot on short notice. That is why sometimes there were tents put up in popular places and just for a weekend with the Johnson&Johnson vaccines that would allow people to get vaccinated on a “first-come, first-served” basis without having to wait a month to find a slot.

JUNE – Pride parade (Berlin, Germany)

Christopher Street Day in Berlin is a day filled with joy, music, and booze when those supporting the LGBTQ+ community march (or dance!) through the city

 

JULY – Etna volcano (Sicily, Italy) 

I know you know this photo already, but I just really like it. It really felt like hiking on the moon.

 

AUGUST – A little guy I encountered while hiking (near Graz, Austria)

Some microphotography for you as I haven’t posted much of it

 

SEPTEMBER – Stormy night (Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA)

The photo itself is not the greatest in my opinion, but it was one of the first ones I have taken in Michigan. The storms here are insane and very different than the ones in Europe, mostly because it’s literally flat all around us and you can see the cloud formations and the huge lightning bolts so clearly.

 

OCTOBER – Presidential helicopter departing the White House (Washington DC, USA)

The definition of being in the right place at the right time.

NOVEMBER – Last days of fall (Ann Arbor, Michigan)

Because who doesn’t love a Law Quad in _____ *insert literally any season*

 

DECEMBER – A pair of eagles built a nest on top of a rocket in the NASA visitor center (Orlando, Florida, USA)

Just everything about this including the “nest” falling apart was just fantastic.

 

That was my 2021 in pictures: it’s not as diverse travel-wise as 2020, but a lot of changes and personally important events took place. Make sure to keep an eye on which ones I post on my @akilian.jpg photo Instagram and let’s see what 2022 brings us.

 

My Name is Minette, Chapter Five: The Smithy

Minette opened her mouth to respond, but Maw wasn’t done.

“And why do you keep it like that anyway? I keep me own hair shorter’n yours. It’s practical.”

“Practical,” Minette snorted. Sometimes that felt like the only label people slapped on her. That she was useful, like a tool.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Maw demanded, hand creeping toward the dastardly wooden spoon. She jerked her head toward the open front door. “You’d better be off to your father. He’s redder than that apple of yours.”

Minette swore, curses drowned out by Paw’s laments about his lazy, tardy son. She popped the slice of bread in her mouth and ran out the door.

Paw was waiting by Lumpy, their beefiest workhorse, and one of their carts. His face was indeed ripening as Minette watched. He shook his head at her, climbing astride Lumpy with a grunt. “Fix that hair,” he barked.

There was no room for discussion. Minette nodded, swallowing the last of her bread. She hopped into the back of the cart just as it began to judder and rumble away from the house.

Paw’s hands were especially tight on the reins today. It was almost definitely about Irma. Minette knew better than to ask him about it when he was in a mood like this. Paw was an angry worrier. He meant well.

Minette watched the streets pass in silence instead, wondering at all the lives going on around her of people she’d never met, wondering if, hidden away in some shop, there was anyone else even remotely like her.

 

***

 

The worst thing about the forge was how hot it was.

Minette could admire the tools adorning the walls, the private space all to her and Paw. The run threading through the field outside, dry in this part of summer but still full of pretty stones and the occasional pot-bellied toad.

But the heat. The heat got to her.

The center of the room held the tall iron fireplace where they did the majority of their work. Inside it, a cross-hatched plating sat over where the flames roared. It was on this plating that they did what the Coppersmiths did best: smith the copper.

It involved a lot of gruntwork, heavy lifting, shouting, pounding, and blasting.

There was molten metal, soot, ashes, sparks, flames, and smoke. It was grimy work. Even working at the forge for just one hour turned her entire face black and made her feel like her lungs were clogged up. She worried over Paw, whose voice had turned from gravel to crushed up bones, to something throaty and crackly.

Minette did not want to be like him.

The Rise of the Band Geeks, Episode 11: What Now?

It’s over.  Kendra fingered her horn (with her playing gloves on) and peered through the windows to the snowy pavement beyond.  Done.  Finished.  Passed on.  Ceased to be.  Pushing up daisies.  Shuffled off this mortal coil–

 

She vigorously shook her head to clear it of fragments of a Monty Python sketch.  Now was not the time for humor; it was the time for mourning.

 

Though she was alone in the band hall, she raised her alto horn and played the low, sorrowful tune typically played on a trumpet.  The funeral dirge sounded oddly low but no less solemn as she played the notes from a dusty memory.  Her eyes welled as she struggled to recall the exact notes even as her fingers pressed down on the valves, and images from the season flashed before her eyes:  carrying an orb at the 9/11 tribute show, scuttling across the field during homecoming, freezing her digits off at The Game while flurries plagued the band throughout halftime and beyond.

 

She didn’t notice the approach of the Fearless Leader until after she lowered her instrument.  The Fearless Leader stood with a slight smile on his face (she imagined), his eyes sparkling.  “Great job,” he began, his voice not unfriendly.

 

“Thanks,” Kendra murmured.  The final notes of “Taps” still rang in her ears.

 

She squinted at the full-bodied flakes that cascaded from the heavens and coated everything in sight.  Waiting for the bus to get back to her dorm was going to be…not fun.  “I can’t believe it’s over,” she croaked, then turned to face the Fearless Leader.  “Where did the season go?”

 

“Time is funny that way, Kendra,” replied the Fearless Leader.  Kendra flinched with the revelation that he knew her name.

 

“But there will be next season.  And the season after that,” came the sage voice of the Fearless Leader.  “All will be well, Kendra.  This is not a farewell; this is an ‘until we meet again.'”

 

Kendra nodded, her throat tight as she wondered what in the world her life would entail.  No band?  For a whole semester?  But band was her life!  She’d given her soul to it.

 

“Until we meet again,” she echoed,” wishing it could be football season forever.

The Indian Artist: What Oil Painting Has Taught Me

Happy New Year everybody!! I hope that you all had a wonderful and restful holidays. I am very excited to start off 2022, make some new art, dive into interesting classes, and hopefully do well on the MCAT (something that gives me nightmares). Over the break I completed the largest piece that I have ever done in a medium that I am not very comfortable with. I was commissioned to recreate a large oil painting by the artist Bijay Biswaal. A previous post of mine detailed my initial thoughts starting this piece. In this post I will share my experience really working with oil paint, what I learned, and my future plans. This will be the second of three posts that I will be doing on this piece. Next week, I will explain the story behind the scene that is being portrayed and the beautiful tale of Krishna.

This piece is titled “Govardhan” and is done completely in oil paint (with an acrylic underpainting) with a size of 2 feet by 4 feet. I had found the image of the art piece over a year back and had it saved on my phone. I would just randomly pull it up to stare at the gorgeous detail and ambiance that Biswaal was able to bring out in his painting and only dreamed that I would one day be able to paint in the same way.

The original artwork is done entirely in acrylic paint but I decided to do it in oils instead so that I could have more control and be able to work longer with the paint before it dries. The prospect of creating this art piece intimated me so much that it was almost crippling. However, I rode the momentum and the high of my last piece “The Festival of Colors” to just bite the bullet and jump right in.

Form this piece I have truly come to learn that I am so much stronger and more capable than I give myself credit for. I also realized that I truly love oil paint! This is odd seeing as I stayed away from the medium for so long. It is so amazing that I was able to fall in love with another medium. It opens up so many more possibilities for me to create future pieces and allows me another tool in my arsenal. Oil painting has taught me that no mistake is permanent. If something does not look that way that I want it to, I have all of the power to change the outcome and create what I truly want.

Patience is also something that I am sure every artist who has worked with oil paint understands they need to uphold. Oil paint is a slow drying medium so allowing time for the paint to dry is essential in order to bring out high chroma colors and bright highlights.

I have fallen in love with oil paint and have already started my next series so stay tuned for that!!

I really enjoyed writing this week’s blog post, I apologize for the little delay, trying to get back into the swing of things. As always, if anything that I discussed in this post stands out, or if any questions arise please feel free to comment and share your thoughts!

 

Looking forward to next Monday!

 

~ Riya

 

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