Just catching up with this.
Here's the thing: when I was a child, 'drag' meant Danny la Rue on The Good Old Days, dressed in full Edwardian fig with perfect hair and make-up, feather boa, picture hat and parasol, singing 'On Mother Kelly's Doorstep'. And if you asked, your mum would say 'yes, that man is dressed like a lady'. End of story. Think no more about it.
Now it's men looking like something from an extreme horror movie, in ripped fishnets, fright wigs and leather (or actually tacky pleather
) bondage gear, chaining each other up in a torture dungeon. On a calendar. Sold to benefit a charity. That purports to 'help' children and young people, who are presumably supposed to embrace all of this sado-masochistic stuff with joyful open arms in the name of 'inclusion'.
I make no bones about it, I'm not a fan of drag no matter what its supposed benign intentions but this? This is repellent, grubby and deeply sinister.