My last couple of weeks have been chock full of drag queen funniness.

Along with the rest of gay America, I watched Bianca Del Rio win top honors on RuPaul’s Drag Race.

I’ve known Bianca for a few years, and she definitely deserves something for all her hard work—that girl is a work horse! With her $100,000, she’d be wise to get some Valium.

 

 

It”ll be interesting to see how Bianca’s career evolves. Her stage act is about a million times more bombastic and harsh than what we saw on television, a nonstop barrage of racial, ethnic and sexual insults.  But did she undercut her bitchy persona by revealing on Drag Race that she’s actually a softie who cares for her sister queens and even likes children? She’s gonna have to come on extra strong to make up for that sappy behavior!

Speaking of filthy loud mouths… Lady Bunny has returned to Escuelita nightclub with a new show, Clowns Syndrome, which is sort of a sequel to her 2012 show, That Ain’t No Lady. 

 

 

Once again, the  format is dirty jokes, vulgar song parodies, and Bunny sounding off on various cultural topics. But don’t let that stop you! The show is riotously ridiculous, and that’s just Bunny’s costumes!

Meanwhile, over at the Laurie Beechman Theatre, I caught a couple of acts. The first was BenDeLaCreme, who won fourth place on Drag Race. Honey, I was impressed!

 

The show is called Terminally Delightful, in which she displays her impeccable stagecraft (Her roots are in the burlesque scene), and provides some very smart insights about the identity crisis that comes with doing drag. The show returns to NYC in August, and I am definitely planning on attending again. Brava!

Lastly, I caught Jackie Beat, in from Los Angeles with See Something, Say Something, another of her bitter laugh fests, with an emphasis on side-splitting song parodies. Afterwards, Jackie and I caught up as she “manned” her merchandise table.

 

 

After not seeing any sort of drag performances in a while, I must say that the volley of DQ shenanigans really perked up my spirits.

Oh no, am I becoming a softie, too…?!