My first recollection of seeing drag in real life was two summers ago at Capital City Pride in Des Moines. I remember being completely in awe and unable to control the smile across my face. I fell in love for the first time there to someone impersonating Michael Jackson. And then for some reason, I didn’t see another drag show again until two weeks ago at Kings and Queens in Waterloo. I left there feeling the same.
As happy as both of those experiences made me, I never thought I’d see anything better in my lifetime. Then I went to Pride Week’s annual drag show on Tuesday night. Maybe it has something to do with the secret crushes I have on a third of the performers, but my heart and I left that show so happy.