I stopped in to my local Rainbow Grocery Food Co-op after work. They announced Drag Queen Story Hour. I stuck around for the show. Somehow, I made it out intact and undamaged.
I watched it through the eyes of my six-year-old grand-daughter Sofia, who's going through her own fierce Warrior Princess stage. All the kids loved it; I'd bring her here without reservation. I liked what the books had to say.
The first book was about color. It drew comparisons to how nature shares all its colors without restraint. It drew comparisons to the colors represented by humanity, and how we can share and enjoy them all without exception.
The next book was about bodies, and how all bodies are cool, without judgement or rejection.
My description is a bit dry, but the presentation was anything but. The person in the green floral gown is a ground-breaking and outspoken star of the local culture. She was at a table talking with people and presenting her book. They both teamed up to sing a Drag Queen song to the tune of The People on the Bus go Up and Down. It drew on the swishy hips and the big exaggerated characteristics employed by Drag Queens. It was both a self-parody and a celebration. "As we say in the Drag Queen world, Big is Big."
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Yes, it is spelled with three os
What he means is he's bumping off the profiteering competition. After looting the National Stockpile
and putting it up for auction, he wants the criminal proceeds going only into his pockets.
My uncles have been gone quite a while; in fact, we're all getting along in years, too.
But, somehow, reading all these letters while we're separated, confined, and fighting our own attacks, I felt a real kinship with these family. They were younger, more vital and grappling with a world out of their control. They were - the people they were before I ever knew them. And the love and support they showed each other, the togetherness, the letters and packages and war bond drives and involvement with each others' lives - it was like I was reading a blueprint for what we can do. They never abandoned each other; they lived their lives with hope and confirmation and encouragement. They pulled through it, and came out of it to live remarkable lives filled with families and achievements; became the people as I knew them.
This is our version of what they were going through. I'll read their common-day letters of their extraordinary lives and draw inspiration.
You have a good plan, Genetic Other - Do It!
November 7th, 1944: "It's election night here, & Lowell's ear is glued to the radio while I scratch off this note. Of course Roosevelt will win he just wants to know by how much!"
We have our own Roosevelt to put into office.
She's The Man of the Democratic Party Extablishment, keeping down the Young Progressive Firebrands who deserve to walk in off the street and Occupy her chair right now!