You raise an interesting point here. Even though I wrote the other day about how drag is important for validating and normalizing effeminate gay men, and even though I acknowledge that drag is beloved by many men like me, I actually find myself not caring for it a good deal of the time, just on a personal esthetic level. Too campy, too over the top, too hitting me on the head with a hammer -- or something like that.

As the artform has become more mainstreamed and commercialized over the past decade, I seem less and less likely to connect to any particular act. I don't know if that's me evolving or drag changing. I suspect the latter.