I watched some episodes of RuPaul’s drag race, and is it weird that I’m absolutely in love with the series? For those of y’all who don’t know what it is about, it’s got these guys who dress in drag, competing to be the next drag supermodel, like RuPaul. I used to think that drag queens were men who wanted to be women or transgender, but on the contrary, most of them still consider themselves essentially male but wear the female clothes and make-up as a costume. It was fabulous seeing the way they transformed from male to female and doing stuff better than many a female. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind dressing in drag one day and just having a good time with my pals… I did after all try on my mum’s shoes when they could still fit my feet. I remember she used to laugh, but now she goes all sour and tells me to learn a sport even though we both know that’s never going to happen.
Anyways… I am constantly reminded about how difficult Nigerians find it to mind their fucking business. It is not by force to talk to everybody, and my classmates that I’ve never so much as said a ‘Hi’ to will go “Why weren’t you in class yesterday?” with this condescending look or “Why do you always draw at the back of your book?” or “Why aren’t you wearing the same clothes as everyone else?” Continue reading