Full disclosure, I may not be the greatest judge of what’s funny. I’ve built my career appealing to a specific crowd of self-professed weirdos. They’ve flocked to see me take a tinned spaghetti bath while dressed as a giant cockroach. I’ve done a banana striptease – where I peeled myself. I’ve ridden a CGI slug. I’ve even tried to sell a jar of my own urine to RuPaul.
Drag pioneers have always pushed the envelope of what’s tasteful – look no further than Divine. I have to consume camp content to survive – irreverent, brash, and in-on-the-joke humour that pokes air holes in the box we’ve been vacuum-packed in by society. When my friends and I see something we can’t deal with in magnitude or subject matter, we label it “TOO camp” and move on. Perhaps this list is TOO camp – or just camp enough.
