“I work with these people,” Danny said. “How am I supposed to explain…this?”
“Explain what?” Ashok asked. “There’s nothing to explain. I’m a performer, I had a show, I’m changing clothes. It’s not a complicated concept, Danny, people will get it.”
“Changing clothes is not the ‘concept’ I’m worried about people not getting,” Danny said
Ashok cocked his head. “No?”
“No.”
“What’s the problem, then?”
“Ashok, don’t make me say it. You know what the problem is.”
“They don’t know you’re a big queer?”
“I don’t care if they know I’m a big queer,” Danny said, pretty sure it was true. “They don’t know you’re a drag queen.”
Ashok laughed. “They do now.”
“It’s not funny, Ashok. That’s not exactly something I broadcast.”
“You’re as bad as my mom. What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is it makes me feel…uncomfortable. It makes me feel weird.”
“Weird how?” Ashok asked.