Then I can only assume that drag queens are never Republicans. 
Story time!
Once upon a time, there was a fellow who was a member of a gay motorcycle club in Los Angeles. Every year, the gay motorcycle clubs in Los Angeles would hold a fundraiser, which they called the "Empress de Motorcycle." (Cute, but not very imaginative.) The proceeds for the fundraiser would go the current charity. The winner of the title would be whoever raised the most money.
Most years, the men running for the title would dress up in outrageous drag, tour the gay bars, and it was all just a rollicking bit of fun. This particular "once upon a time" year, however, it had been decided that the money would be given to one of the earliest AIDS charities. And that was exactly the spark the hero of our story needed to get his a** fired up, so to speak.
He went to each and every bar with all the other contestants for the title of Empress de Motorcycle, and he did indeed don a little bit of drag, but not much, because it clashed with his very masculine beard. But he did something that the other contestants didn't do. He challenged the people in the bars to raise money for the AIDS charity, by telling everyone that he himself would donate a certain amount if they could, together, match that amount. And match it they would, time and again.
There were complaints that our hero bought the title that year, that he didn't play fair. But he raised hundreds of dollars for AIDS with his stunts, and win the title he did. And he rode in the Los Angeles Gay Pride Parade that year, in his very own car proclaiming him the Empress de Motorcycle.
That was nineteen years ago. I met der Brucer the following year, and he's still our hero, in so many ways, still a bit outrageous, still willing to stand for what he believes in.
(Which proves that some stories have happy prologues!)
