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On Seeing Jerry Siegel's Portrait of Brigitte Bidet Three housemates in Sacramento long ago wanted photos of themselves in drag more than they wanted electricity. Their dilapidated Victorian stood dark and open to the heat. When they emerged, I posed them against an overgrown hedge, the tall blond in the centre, a voluptuous brunette on each side. Their pearls and bracelets sparkled. Their ball gowns were masses of gold, ruby, and topaz against green privet. When they stopped fidgeting and stood up straight, I snapped eight shots, then packed my gear and left for my next appointment. There is no self, say the Buddhists, or if there is, it changes like the light as dry wood burns, like a dancer who leaps and tumbles, prances, turns, and never stops. How many versions of ourselves can we know? When Joshua Ratcliffe becomes another self, she's glamorous in an all-out Hollywood way, not Ingrid Bergman, more Mae West, Jayne Mansfield, or Madonna. Brigitte Bidet interviews drag stars on YouTube. Check her out. And in Atlanta's Starlight Cabaret her early ballet training makes her a paragon of grace. In Jerry Siegel's portrait, Brigitte is confident of her beauty. The edge of her wig appears across her forehead, not as a line, but just as a hint that another woman, or even a man, can emerge when he or she is needed. Siegel's portrait returns me to Sacramento, a summer's day when I wanted cool San Francisco, when colour prints were still expensive, and when AIDS, the internet, YouTube, RuPaul, and The Lady Chablis were not yet imagined. Now Brigitte and Joshua seem two sides of a single coin, and when she synchs Madonna's "Express Yourself," she drops from a spin into a deep split, arms raised, big smile, the crowd goes wild. "An expression of pure queer joy," she said, "a pulling apart of gender and class." Joshua said, "It's important to be fish." From online queens I learned only that fish, alien, and bug are modes of being drag pretty. When I asked my granddaughter what that meant, she said that women do not discuss that topic with their grandfathers. I know so little, but I'm all for the joy that humans of every persuasion can feel when we gather to celebrate ourselves in all our imperfect beauty. Decades ago Pepper Labeija, the second mother of the House of Labeija, said her New York family "had a whoopsie time, because when fairies come out to stomp, they know no colour line." Joshua said, "If it doesn't have rhinestones on it, I don't want to look at it." Siegel said, "I'm not making a statement. I'm just trying to tell a story." Steve Harrison After Steve Harrison retired from the software industry, he began teaching World Literature at his local community college, attending poetry workshops, and writing poetry. He lives in Auburn, Alabama.
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