My late partner Lenny and I used to watch RuPaul and Lady Bunny perform at Wigstock in the decidedly down-market venue of Tompkins Square Park in lower Manhattan.

You had to be careful sitting down in the grass in case you got stuck by a discarded syringe. The stage and sound system always looked held together by chewing gum and prayer.

But such was the power of drag’s challenging artistic ethos, that none of that mattered to the crowds who seemed transported by the joy of it all.

But that was decades ago, and the mega commercialization of drag seems counter to the spirit of those days.

I’ve never been the big fan of drag Lenny was, and I have to admit I don’t follow it on television. Your thoroughly researched article raises many interesting points, though, and I’m really pleased to feature it in Prism & Pen.