The Great "Drag Pass" on Child Victimization

Today, a friend of mine sent me an article about a Drag Queen that is “coaching” an eleven year old boy in the Art of Drag. That Queen has been coaching the boy since he was seven. That boy is scheduled to perform in a bar in Eugene, Oregon called “Old Nick’s”

The boy Drag Queen goes by Vanellope, but his full name is Vanellope Craving MacPherson Dupont.

Makes sense, Drag is always over the top. Nothing subtle or shy in Drag.

A whole lot of questions enter the mind when one considers an eleven year old being groomed to be a Drag Queen in pre-pubescence. First among them is “Where’s his parents?” One cannot tell from the article in Breitbart News. It is noted that Vanellope has not One Drag Mom but Two Drag Moms. Lucky kid! These Drag Moms are Jennifer Hibbs, who uses the stage name “Sunshine Ray MacPherson” and Kelsey Boren, who goes by “Alwaiz Craving”.

Get it?

Another question would naturally be “What’s an eleven year old doing in a bar?”

In the 1960’s parents would take their children into their favorite watering hole and give the children Coca Cola and Chips while they spent the afternoon getting sauced. My sister tells me that our birth mother would just leave the kids in the car while she went into bars to find herself and various men. But the 60’s are over and most of us frown on either of those things these days. And somehow kicking it up to it’s “okay” because it’s a Gay Bar and everybody’s there just to enjoy a rousing good artistically centered show, is a lie.

It’s still a bar and kids should not be exposed to the various antics of adults when they throw back too many adult beverages. Much less the decadent Drag lifestyle.

Stories like these have been surfacing around the country. Plenty of people have noted that these events are ripe for child exploitation. Many of us are wondering where the children’s parents are. From time to time a video comes out that shows 30 something year old white women watching their children being exposed to the debauchery and sexually explicit gyrations, all the while laughing and clapping their hands. Frankly, having followed this, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one Black mom cheering on Drag Queens giving their 12 year old sons lap dances while licking their lips. But white women? Yep, they are all in.

Is that just their way of proving they are the cool mom?

But beside the obvious, it is nearly verboten to ask if there could be a motive of sexually exploiting these young boys and girls, particularly the boys, by the outrageous dark corners of the “Trans Community?” It’s all just good fun, after all.

Now comes the report that at least one of the mentors of little Vanellope is accused of multiple child sex crimes. Kelsey Boren aka Alwaiz Craving, is looking at 12 felony charges for distribution of child pornography. The Prosecutors petitioned the judge to deny Kelsey or Alwaiz bail, but a judge didn’t so now Kelsey or Alwaiz is free to run around and “coach” little Vanellope on a fabulous lifestyle that is rife with drugs, alcohol, addiction and violence.

If you are tempted to accuse me of not knowing anything about the Drag community, I’ll have to stop you there. I went to my first Drag Show at a bar on the outskirts of our Town when I was fourteen. That was in 1972. How did it happen that a girl raised Pentecostal end up in a bar watching men perform imitating women? My widow adoptive mother was a seamstress and a family friend hired her to alter his sequenced evening gown. It was good money.

Word got around.

Soon my mother was sewing and altering clothes for all kinds of Drag Queens. It paid the bills. I would come home from high school and our hallway would be filled with gowns and feather boas. So of course, when there was a Drag Show, my mother wanted to see her creations in action and on stage.

Similarly, my brother often appeared in these shows, being the male dancer to the Drag Queen. Seems he loved the stage with its spotlights.

There was always drama, mostly backstage. Divas fighting it out with each other. Many passing around various drugs to include cocaine and definitely alcohol. There was also a lot of yelling and crying and stamping of feet.

I was called ‘honey” a lot. I didn’t mind going to the shows, but I did mind being exposed to the turmoil and cat fights behind the scenes, it gave me tremendous anxiety. The Drag culture is not a healthy culture. Of course there are good players but I would say they are vastly outweighed by the bad players.

The ultimate point is Drag bar life is not appropriate for fourteen year olds, much less seven year olds. Maybe all those white moms who think it’s just a lark should drop that and put their sons in track and field, soccer or football. Then their cheering for their kid’s performance would be legit.