Vicky Leta/ Mashable
John Paul Brammer recalls the afternoon he said the column vividly. He was standing in series for RuPauls DragCon. Internally, the latest York town setting was decked out for the weekend-long occasion of drag society: Aisles of wigs snaked through tradition facility. Sequins sparkled in the hall. Pull queens mingled with enthusiasts.
Brammer, an author, gotten an e-mail from a reader of their weekly guidelines line inquiring two quick but intricate queries: Does One assume that undoubtedly anything as “the one and only” on our planet for everybody? Do you ever trust real love?