In the little town I’ve called home for nearly thirty years now, there lives a drag queen.
She’s slightly newer to town than I am, but not by much.
She goes by the name of Madame Z
And she’s only a she a couple Saturdays a month, plus on a few special occasions. (Because what’s a special occasion without a drag queen, right?)
The rest of the time Madame Z is a guy named John—a jazz singer and actor and all-around good guy and neighbor.
And his partner of a zillion years is not coincidentally also an all-around good guy and neighbor. Not precisely a zillion years ’cause they’re the same age as I am, but you know what I mean—they’ve been together forever.
Which is super sweet and also super impressive.
In fact, they’re like, the cutest couple ever. See:
And they’re good people.
Doing good work.
The Lord’s work, if you wanna get technical.
Here’s a little background:
These two moved to our little hamlet from the fine and liberal land of California. They brought with them a few cats, a few dogs, and a bird. I know they had a cousin here, but other than that, maybe they were looking for some Southern hospitality, who knows.
My kids and I lived next door to these two and their critters for about eight years. We moved away when the house I’d been renting those eight years went up for sale—the owners rejected my offer, so up the street to another charming bungalow I went.
(I’m now in my third charming bungalow on the same street but that’s another story for another time.)
The house later sold for considerably less than I’d offered—doesn’t that just figure? My fabulous former neighbors and I are still bummed we don’t live next door to each other anymore. We’re only a block apart now, but still.
Anyway, the town we live in is not exactly a hot bed of cutting edge-ness. Hey, in our defense, most towns, small or otherwise, aren’t.
These days we’re a little tiny bit more on the cutting edge than we used to be, but you can be sure it hasn’t been this way for long.
Not that there’s anything wrong with not being a hotbed of cutting edge-ness and all. Hey, we can’t all be San Francisco.
It’s just that this has been a sleepy Southern town for a while now..
And there’s something to be said for that.
So while being a sleepy Southern town is well and good for taking it easy and sipping iced tea on the porch, it’s not usually the perfect atmo for, say, drag queens. And drag shows.
Because ordinarily a small town—Southern or otherwise—is more of a time machine back to the “good old days,” which, of course, is not even a real thing. It’s just that towns, small and otherwise, generally like to stay just the way they are instead of innovating all over the place.
Which is why small towns aren’t typically big on racial mixing or being all gay-friendly, or don’t like people busting in and telling them to do things like they did ’em where they came from. But the good and kind people in a small town can make up for these shortcomings.
Mostly. Sort of. Sometimes.
Maybe it goes back to our cave man days?
Because things may be evolved and enlightened and perfectly perfect in some places where everyone’s cool and openminded and empathetic, but honestly, those places are a very serious minority. Very.
This is true even in the great liberal North or the great liberal Northwest or California or Canada or Europe, because people everywhere have a way of shutting out things they don’t care for or want to know more about. Liberals and conservatives and all varieties of people do this.
What I’m saying is that people keep “others” at arm’s length, no matter who believes what or who’s on what side. I guess it all goes back to the cave man days, who the hell knows.
Enter Madame Z!
So here in our quaint little town in the sunny South, Madame Z put together a drag show a few years ago. First one this town’s ever seen—as far as anyone knew, anyway. And wow, was that show a big hit. People were altogether ready for a drag show.
So Madame Z did another show. And another one. And Madame Z got on a roll.
Now Madame Z and her ladies have two shows each and every month! They’re even doing acts in smaller towns nearby. I kid you not!
That’s right, this small town has come a long way, baby. This small town is setting the pace.
So, like I said, Madame Z is doing the Lord’s work.
When you go to Madame Z’s drag show in this quaint town, what do you think you’ll see?
- Drag queens of all ages, in all colors, in all sizes.
- Phenomenal hair and make-up. We should all look so good.
- Men with legs you’ll be jealous of.
- Talent. I mean, Madame Z doesn’t even lip-sync—that’s because Madame Z can sing.
- Drag kings. Did you even know about drag kings? Well now you do.
- Theater kids. These quirky kids might be fleeing for the big city if it weren’t for Madame Z and her ladies putting on shows right at home.
- Men dressed as women for the night—not to be in the show but because of the show. And I mean gorgeous women/men.
- People dressed to the nines.
- Young people, middle-aged people, retired people.
- Someone’s mom and dad.
- Someone who probably looks like your mom and dad.
- Small town ladies in their capri pants and theme sweaters sitting at reserved tables right up front.
- Drunk people and teetotalers and everything in between.
- No one talking politics.
- The biggest variety of people under one roof you’ve probably ever seen, maybe even in your big city and faraway travels, all having a great time together.
- People who are passionate about who they are.
- People respecting each other’s differences, because we humans have more in common than not.
Madame Z is bringing people together.
Making people smile. Showing people what a good time really is.
Sure, lots of entertainers do that. But what’s different about Madame Z is that she’s bringing together all kinds of people in a little town that otherwise might be overly self-protective.
Madame Z is bringing loads of folks together—not just the cool kids, not just the liberals, not just the young and beautiful, not just the hip, not just the white folks or the black folks or some perfect liberal mix of colors, but real people who just want to be there because Madame Z and her ladies make everyone feel so good.
And Madame Z is giving people who might be left out otherwise a place to shine.
And showing people what unconditional love truly is. I mean it.
Here’s to Madame Z, a visionary with a big heart
All it takes to open minds and open hearts is people like Madame Z and her sweetheart of a zillion years opening their hearts in a big way in small town.
This takes guts.
And here’s to Madame Z’s entourage of just a few years. Because when Madame Z arrived in lil’ ol’ eastern North Carolina those decades ago, there was honestly little thought of or little hope that drag shows—or anything even sorta like drag shows—would ever be a thing here.
Check out Madame Z’s Facebook page—go see for yourself the beautiful queens and all the joy in the room.
One more thing before I go…
Out of nowhere Madame Z proposed to her sweetheart on New Year’s Eve. We didn’t even see it coming!
Now that’s the way to start the year right.
John, Ross, I love you both. And I’m not the only one.
Thanks for being here. I mean it when I say you two are doing the Lord’s work.
MWAH, you gorgeous couple of humans. MWAH.