The sixth annual edition of Bushwig proved to be its most mainstream yet, with Kosovar singer Era Istrefi rounding out the weekend’s performances on Sunday and a nonstop barrage of wig and makeup aesthetics attacking the senses throughout every second. Between a trio of Divines keeping the grandmother of drag alive and a sexy butcher lip syncing to Q Lazzarus’ “Goodbye Horses,” there was more than plenty to take in when you weren’t tearing the cherry out of your “piña” (read: penis) colada.
But in between all the excitement of huffing nail polish fumes (yes, there was a nail art station for dragettes and non-dragettes alike) and drinking all the alcohol, queens seemed to forget their heads–or rather, the wigs on their heads. While the Knockdown Center has hosted the event in the past, this year was particularly egregious for the lack of courtesy DQs displayed in leaving a veritable wreckage wasteland of synthetic hair (none of them are quite at the virgin hair only level yet, after all).
The head of the cleaning staff, Reginald Mercato, a 35-year-old who occasionally performs in drag himself when he isn’t serving as one of the last tranny prostitutes in the Meatpacking District (à la Samantha Jones and the trans trio in the “Cock-a-Doodle-Do!” episode of Sex and the City), seethed, “This is not behavior fitting of true queens. Ugh, now I sound like Kirstie Alley in Drop Dead Gorgeous saying, ‘That’s not American Teen Princess language.’ But Jesus these fagulas really need to show respect and not be so careless with their wiggery.” Maybe next year. At least they left plenty of lipstick marks on the mirror as a show of affection and appreciation though.
Written by Genna Rivieccio