I have always found drag queens intriguing for a variety of reasons. They are living proof that so much of what our culture idolizes as feminine beauty is entirely construct and artifice, and I've always admired them for working so hard at something that they don't have to do. In the strangest way, they seem kindred spirits to my mother -- I remember a show at Backstreet years ago where Charlie Brown was encouraging some of the women there to not be so lazy in their attire, and to take a little pride in their appearance. My mom used to have a clothing store, and frequently lamented my generation's unwillingness to put a little effort into looking good (I'm very guilty as charged, Mom).
To me, the illusion that drag queens create to entertain really is kind of awe-inspiring and magical, and it takes so much confidence and courage to get out there and do it -- no wonder the comment "you are fierce, girl," was often heard in the hallways back when I went to shows. There's both satire and homage in what they do: Busby Berkeley's spirit lives on in Vegas shows and in drag productions, and the best really are artists.