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This is my first lesson in Drag Queen Time. I?ve arrived at the Laundry Bar in South Beach for the Queen Cabaret troupe?s rendition of ?Chicago? at 10 p.m. ? right on time. None of the drag queens are here yet.
The show was supposed to start by 11:30, but as one drag queen after another casually saunters into the back hallway of the bar to get ready, it becomes clear that the show time was more of a suggestion than a fixed schedule. Up until the last minute, when the curtain was finally raised at 12:30, make up was being applied, wigs adjusted, and buttocks padded.
With all of the hairspray, cigarette smoke, costume parts, and general commotion, it’s easy to forget these were men in drag — until Alexa Cognac suggests I try ?strapping [my] dick to the back of [my] neck,? like they do.