The Drag Race Pentina Project
Nobody knows
what it means to be a pageant girl unless you’ve been one. You might as well be a pig getting your blue ribbon, hoping you’re the victor of the state fair. You could compare it to tripping on acid, lost in a state of mind where acid is the only solution to things making sense. Your nose is powdered, you’re called Victoria, and you’re here to win the pageant. It doesn’t matter if people make pig noises at you: you do what you love in spite of those “pig” comments fired at you. The worst comes with a caustic assault of acid, flung because they feel as though pageants are meant for little girls, and noses are a privilege, not a right when you sometimes feel like being called Victoria instead of Victor. In retrospect, being associated with a pig is a temporary matter. Losing a nose is permanent. That assault, that hateful acid was meant to stop your pageant days, but it won’t. Pageants are meant for everyone who wants to feel like a victor in their lives, and doesn’t want to trip on acid to get to that feeling. You may feel like a gussied-up pig at the state fair, but when that crown comes down upon your head, it’s right, everybody knows.
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This section is dedicated to my poetry inspired by RuPaul's Drag Race. There's at least one poem per contestant in the completed project. All of the poems are written as pentinas.
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