The Drag Bar I've Always Longed For

I think everyone has that one place they secretly want to visit before they die.
I am certainly no exception.
A place I want to visit before I die.
One of them is a drag bar.

I thought that in today's climate of political correctness, "okama" might be a forbidden word, but even Matsuko Deluxe says things like, "We're okama, so it's fine," and when I asked Google, I found that some places even use "Okama Bar" in their business names, so I will proceed as planned.
If this article suddenly disappears one day, please understand that that is why.

Now, to the main point.
What sparked my interest in drag bars was a certain TV program.
It must have been over ten years ago, but I watched a segment that introduced and compared two types of drag bars.
I don't remember who it was or what the program was, but I still vividly remember the drag bar part.

Two types of drag bars.
In other words, "high-end establishments where incredibly beautiful ladies, many of whom have undergone full surgical transitions, serve customers and put on shows," and "popular-style shops where they entertain customers with friendly service and conversation, and sometimes even scold them."
I was much more drawn to the latter.

If you confide your work or family troubles, the mama might spit out some poison like, "Well, that's your fault," or "Why are you telling an okama like me that?" while still offering advice from her wealth of experience that you're not sure is actually useful or not.
Other customers in the shop might nod with solemn expressions or get involved with the nonsensical behavior typical of drunks, all wrapped in a strange sense of unity in a small shop.
Ever since then, my heart has been captured by that kind of space.

It sounds fun.

The drinks served at that kind of drag bar wouldn't be fancy things like colorful cocktails, but surely highballs or shochu.
If you're nervous because it's your first time, you might be forcibly dragged into the regulars' conversation with a, "What do you think?"
Once you become a regular, if you order something, they'll probably tell you, "It's right there, do it yourself."
Customers drawn to the mama's personality gather there, regardless of age, gender, or sexual orientation...

It really does sound fun.

However, I can't really drink alcohol.
It's not that I can't drink at all, but I have a constitution where alcohol hits me extremely quickly.
I get in a cheerful mood after the first glass, and then immediately after, I feel like, "I think I have a headache," leading to the realization, "Oh, never mind, I'm fine. Why was I laughing so hard just a moment ago?"
That all happens in two hours.
In terms of a drinking party, it's a roller coaster experience where I feel happy during the first round and then go through the feeling of sobering up from a hangover.

Is it okay for a woman like that to visit a drag bar?
A first-time female customer who only drinks one glass and might not even become a regular.
Wouldn't I be the type of customer the shop would want to leave as soon as possible, with no benefit to them?

I once invited my husband, who has a high tolerance for alcohol, but...

He turned me down, saying, "I've been before. The moment I opened the door, a middle-aged guy said in a loud voice, "}, {'Welcome, c*nt!',' and it was so scary that I never want to go again."

He turned me down like that.

What, that sounds enviable.
I want to be greeted with a "Welcome, c*nt!" too.

Sadly, I don't have any friends in my social circle who would laugh and brush off a greeting like that.
I am the type of person who is perceived as "probably not into dirty jokes."
The only place I reveal my true self is on note.
Being a serious and reliable elementary school teacher who works hard is just a mask I wear to hide from the world.

Someone who can hold their liquor and would find a quirky greeting funny along with me.
Won't you go to a drag bar with me?
I heard it can be covered as an expense for the "What's That About?" department, so I'd like to recruit some volunteers.
If you can go, please leave a comment.
I'd like to coordinate the date and location here.

If the article were to be deleted due to some compliance issue, I have a feeling it would be because of the "Welcome, c*nt!" rather than the word "okama."

What's that about, Kama

Participating. Day 65.