“I haven’t been to a drag show in over thirty years. Drag shows were supposed to be a place where we were safe. A place where we could escape their hate and love ourselves. But they don’t want us to love ourselves, not even behind closed doors. And that’s hard for me because I love safety.” “So do I.” Rita’s fake nails dig into Rosemary’s hand as she squeezes. “I know you do, Rosie. That’s why I’m telling you. Some things are more important than safety.”
