Most people have the same general idea of what defines a “drag queen”: a man dressing up as a woman, using large wigs, sequined dresses, fake breasts, feather boas and capricious amounts of makeup to get on a nightclub stage and sing Donna Summer or Whitney Houston songs.

Not skinny queens with no fake body parts getting beer poured on them as they sing Warrant’s “Cherry Pie.” Not a loud bearded lady wrangling jock-strap-laden men in a lube-soaked wrestling match. Not androgynous aliens wh...