As stone age macho f@#ks sweep across the Middle East and a crescendo of mostly male-driven violence envelops the physical and virtual realms, it’s worth asking:
Wouldn’t the world be a better place if we were all drag queens?
Wouldn’t it be more peaceful, more gentle, more alluring – and a hell of a lot sexier?
Probably.
How could wars take place if everyone were in drag? How could Obama order drone strikes wearing a two foot beehive wig? How could Putin invade Ukraine in a pink satin dress? How could Rumsfeld announce “Stuff happens” white batting exquisite lashes?
How could you drive a tank with high heels on? How could you operate a machine gun with three inch nails? How could you inflict violence on the planet or any other living thing when you are channeling the sacred feminine?
You couldn’t.


