As I talked to my friend and other drag queens who had performed that night outside the restaurant while they smoked, I saw a fearlessness in their eyes, a burning desire. It was not just another form of reckless abandon. It was a nexus of love, romance, dreams, aspirations, beauty & sass. And it was all expressed in an endearingly outrageous and honest fashion — you had to love it. It seduced you away from the bourgeois and the pretentious. To those who had come from places where no one had heard of, it was a revival of some sort.
