It was as I stood in the middle of that pink carpet, at the Convention Center, while Drag Queens surrounded me; that I truly felt at home. The 3rd Annual DragCon kicked off the weekend of April 29 & 30 and it was a perfect event for the lost and for those who constantly feel left out.
The convention was a celebration of Drag Queen art and their culture; the first floor consisted of various vendors and their fierce products, while the second floor was where all the panels were being held. My friend and I attended two panels: The Art of Resistance and What is Drag in Trump’s America? Both consisted of important conversations that needed to be had. It was reassuring to be in a room full of people who felt disheartened and alone, I felt hopeful as I heard the panelists discuss how they choose to find their strength in these difficult times.
I found my happy place as I stood in front of the doors of the convention center and got to see the people walking in; the look of excitement on their faces as they entered the main hall was inspiring. As someone who lives in Los Angeles, I am used to “safe spaces”; I go to Venice when the Flower Child inside of me wants to come out to play, I party in West Hollywood when I want to be with my LGBTQ community #bipower and I go to North Hollywood when I need a dose of melodramatic writers. The thing is, even within these “safe spaces” you will find that one asshole who has gone out of their way to try to ruin your day.
With that being said; DragCon was a truly safe space. No picketing. No drama. No one shouting bible verses in your face. No one telling you you’re going to hell. The event was full of hope and inspiration; RuPaul truly deserves an entire day dedicated to his amazing activism. I urge you to attend this event this year, if only to be in awe of the many Queens that graze the Convention Center halls.
I arrived at the Convention Center with little knowledge of each Drag Queen and I left with a heart full of Bob the Drag Queen. It truly was a magical, fucking weekend.