#drag scene

[mourningwoodmourge]

Freak Flag pt 3!

don't mind me, I'm just your local drag ghoul. Doin my part to steal this song for gay culture.

[evilghoblin]

What really bothers me rn and sometimes is that people love to say trans is beautiful until it is about a transman. Whenever I see some trans representative thing it is trans woman. And do not get me wrong here, they are important people absolutely.

As a trans man i just wish to sometimes see myself out there too.

In drag community it seems to be much more acceptable to be trans woman than transman. Only transman drag artist I know is gottmik (and i’m talking about ”mainstream” media).

A little while ago i saw a video clip in instagram about some 1970s NYC trans and drag ballroom event but i didn’t spot any transman in there (it could also be the fact that i didn’t regocnize anyone as a trans idk).

As a drag artist I have faced ignoring and people looking down on me as a drag artist what I sometimes think was because I was trans (i suspect that because people came to talk to me about the fact that I was trans and sometimes just looking at me up and down and then not saying word or even looking at me rest of the function). Sometimes people just called me a girl because of the way I dressed (my drag wasn’t even feminine).

Sometimes It felt like some people had problem with that that my drag wasn’t feminine (it’s probably me overthinking idk).

All of this made me quit drag for now.

The transmen I know from media is Theo from Sabrina, Trevor in shameless and Barney from Dead End: paranormal park.

And that’s pretty much it.

That’s all folks

[kingrosalani]

Kilda Mann

Today's interview is from a dear friend of mine Kilda Mann

I interviewed Kilda on a hot summer day and afterwards we went swimming. Good summer memory 🥰

In this interview, the 3rd one, I realized there is such a deeper conversation than being a drag performer in a red state like Iowa. At this point, I had conversations about transgender safety and rights in Iowa, sexism in the drag scene and more.

This project makes me appreciate creating documentaries and highlighting folks stories. I also realized in this process, that while I may not be the most social, I enjoy listening. I love listening to peoples stories and learning who folks are and where they've been.

[blueberry-blast]

Getting a feel for my designs for smilk & all of his era's, plus some headcanons & extras.

[dimension20official]

If you see an elven merman adventurer in Trader Joe's, that's just Brennan

Dimension 20: Dungeons & Drag Queens season 2 premieres January 8th on Dropout!

[quelmdn]

"Kiss."

[avadaniels]

You just had to rebut, didn't you? Now you might die.

Dimension 20: Dungeons and Drag Queens 2x02 "Through the Venomlands"

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 18; Drag!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Who put these kids here?

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[vonxodd]

YURI // 'monochrome monster' floorshow for anon ❥ dragula 06x06

[lace-tf]

daily koss #15: TOXIC OLD MAN YAOI 🤤

SAVE ME YOU, SOMEBODY SAVE ME YOU — I’M YOU’RE SCREAMING FOR A LIFE THAT I YOU CANNOT HAVE

I really wanted to redraw the part of s01e14 where Starscream grabs Knock Out’s face but in reverse… And since I posted fluff for day 13, I thought an edgier illust would be a fun contrast! I think they do love and care for each other despite being bad (SS) or weird (KO) at showing it, but both of them are still Horrible people with Problems so there’s also a lot of uncertainty and resentment between them.

Given their interactions in canon I feel like Knock Out has more to seethe about than Starscream (who rarely got mad at KO directly and more just doesn’t know how to not take his stress out on other people), but I don’t think all of KO’s grievances are valid LMAO It felt to me that he caught feelings (platonic and/or romantic), and when that energy wasn’t clearly reciprocated, his petty and narcissistic ass took it very personally.

[deeva-arud]

Omg. the light... they're finally seeing it......

Wrong movie, boys!!! The twin thieves don't flip boats during the romantic scene, get your roles right!!

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And just a liiitle painful extra:

[gunsatthaphan]

"please don't disappear again."

[nutmegtales]

Fucking Clowns - part 6 coming to

Danny felt himself slowly waking, the smell of fresh coffee and something chocolatey baking near by hung in the air. He rolled the flavours round his mind for a while letting opinions about each one float to the surface of his mind. He liked coffee. He liked chocolate. These were good smells. Comforting smells. Not the smells of an unsafe lab or a sterile cell. As he thought, he recalled more smells he'd sensed most recently. Of warm linens fresh from a dryer, of old books, and garlic and onion and butter cooking on the stove, of baking, and fresh flowers, of grease and machine oil and leather.

It was nice. Danny took a deep lungful of air, savouring the comforting smells.

The next sense to come back to him was hearing and he listened to the rumbling rhythmic noise that was happening close by as it slowly coalesced into words. Someone was reading aloud, taking their time, their words slow and soothing. He couldn't figure out yet what the words meant, but they sounded comforting.

Danny realised he felt safe, and it was such an unfamiliar feeling he wasn't sure what to do with it. No ghosts screaming at him to kill kill kill, no shouts and jeers from others interned going through their own personal strangeness, no whirring of power tools in a lab filled with weapons designed especially to kill him, no parents plotting gleefully of how to hunt him down.

He felt safe, and he let himself enjoy that feeling for a long time before braving anything more.

Eventually Danny opened his eyes to see soft rays of sunlight streaming through a big glass window. Through it was hues of green and blue, too blurry for him to make out. A blink and the skies were painted in orange, great clouds lit up with the colour of the setting sun. There were different smells and sounds now, but he didn't want to think about them, he just wanted to think of the sky.

Another blink and Danny could see the stars brilliant and bright the way they were back home before he'd had to hide in the city. He loved those stars, he loved those skies. They made him want to reach out and touch the clouds, to leap up and soar through the window and feel the breeze in his hair. They made him want to live.

The smell of coffee was strong again and Danny breathed it in deep, tasting the scent of it on the air. He let his focus shift from the beautiful stars to search his surroundings for the familiar smell. On a table next to the bed he lay in was a still steaming mug, and beyond that in a chair across from him sat someone sipping at a mug of their own. Another glance showed another figure lounging on a couch near by and the sounds drifting through from another room made Danny think there might be someone else too.

He felt... How did he feel? Two, maybe three strangers were with him. Did he feel scared? He tried to muster up the energy to feel fear but couldn't manage it. No, he didn't feel afraid, he felt nothing. Mostly nothing. Maybe something.... Maybe curious "midnight... Coffee?" His voice was feeble and scratchy to his own ears and he wasn't sure if he'd been clear enough to be heard. His eyes drooped closed from the effort of grinding out those few simple words and he felt a wash of exhaustion come over him. He couldn't make out the response as sleep reclaimed him, but he thought it sounded playful like hearing your friends banter in a nearby room. He felt safe, and curious, and exhausted.

The welcome smell of coffee and the sight of the stars became a familiar routine. He'd stay awake just long enough to take in the beauty of the sky, to savour the smell of a fresh coffee (how was it always fresh?), and to see the three people that kept him company.

There was one that sat in the arm chair, always with a mug of his own coffee, and a laptop or file on his lap. Maybe he was why there was always a fresh mug when Danny came too.

There was one that would lounge on the couch and just talk, or who would drape themselves over the other two.

And there was one who sometimes just leant against the wall, sometimes he'd sit on the couch and read aloud, sometimes he'd be sat on the floor at the foot of Danny's bed saying things that sounded sweet and comforting. Danny remembers the times where that deep steady voice tells him he's safe now most of all.

Today he feels awake enough to hear the words of the others, and to try and talk again himself. "Hey" he hesitates, unsure of what else there is to say, the words refusing to rise to his mind.

"Hey Danny" comes the reply. It's the deep voice of the one that reads, the one that tells him he's safe. "It's good to hear from you".

Oh? It is? That's good. Danny is glad they want to hear from him, glad that he's not just a burden or a bother. "Good to be heard" he tries to put some good humour into the words, he's not sure he manages it.

"yeah, I'll bet" he hears the other say "we're listening Danny, we're listening now".

Oh, Danny thinks as he drifts back off to sleep again, that sounds nice.

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[fishareglorious]

kakania numero uno reverse 1999 character on the fact she makes a dig on the sex life of the guy she was dueling with at the moment. while also somewhat kinda maybe implying she fucked his wife

[dimension20official]

It's giving ocean... 🌊

Dungeons & Drag Queens S2 premieres January 8th on Dropout!