Gender Inequality

My uncle was a gay man that enjoyed drag shows, for the confidence that men showed by dressing up and take a political stand on a subject he refused to express to his family, mostly his mother, on who he truly was. My uncle died in June of last year never being able to express whom he truly was to his family, but at his funeral his friends, dressed up with wigs, makeup, dress and heels, to express who he was despite his inability to express it when we was alive. I watched those women and it saddened that my uncle could not express who he was because of his fear of shame it brought to my grandmother. After I read “the political work of drag”, it reminded me of my uncle and the brave women that come to his funeral to show that despite who you are you can still be beautiful, respected and make a difference in a life, like my uncle’s. Most of my family knew what my uncle was hiding, but after the funeral, they were touched that those women would come without the fear of being judged by those close-minded.