I've NC for this.
I moved to Brighton and my line of work meant for three years I spent a lot of time "in the heart" of the gay scene. Initially I was very upbeat as like most women I had come to see the gay scene as "safe" and welcoming, and drag queens as dazzling and fun.
What I learnt in those three years is simply: women forget that gay men and drag queens.......are men.
Theres a tendency (actually quite a patronising tendency) for women to almost desexualise gay men. Correction, CAMP men. Women, particularly middle class women of around 35 years +, treat them almost like handbags or toy dogs - accessories to have a dance with on a friday night and to "build them up". Actually what I learnt is that the gay scene is characterised by two features that surprised me, which you'll find in straight men too, because it's about masculinity:
- A much more aggressive dating scene
- Misogyny
In the gay clubs, over three years, I was spat at; I was slapped, I was told to fuck off to "my own bars". I had the terrifying experience of a drag queen from across the bar counter, taking a dislike to me, I dont know why, but staring at me from across the bar, and the look chilled me. Om another occasion, I mentioned how a (different) drag queen looked beautiful, and another drag queen said "shell always be more woman than you". Probably the experience that most stuck with me is one night when I was walking down St James Street and out of nowhere a bottle came flying and shattered literally at my feet.
One night I was standing outside a pub smoking and got talking to a man who was worried about moving across the country with his partner. The pub door flew open and his partner had come out, he began shoving me and asking me what the fuck I thought I was doing. There were quite a few times when this sort of thing would happen - dancing in clubs, and a guy would smile at me, and me feeling myself to be non threatened and non threatening considering the context, would smile back, and somehow the situation would suddenly turn darker.
I was massively surprised by the experience, just because of how drag and campness are portrayed in the mainstream media, which is as colourful, female friendly, cartoonish. Actually it's part of a wider and more complicated context.
Of course I also have some fun memories from that time, and some close friends I have kept who I met in that setting. But overall the experience really reminded me of that phrase that's become well known: "women have no idea how much men hate them".
Not all men, of course. But dont forget that under the hair and makeup, drag queens are men. And dont forget that line.