This weekend I ventured into Carson, took a seat on the floor at the Home Depot Center, and enjoyed four hours of awesome, live country music. How butch! I went with my brother and his wife to the
Kenny Chesney concert. It was a great show with Kenny, Dierks Bentley, Carrie Underwood and surpise visits from Uncle Cracker and Eddie and Sammy Van Halen.

The highlight of the evening for me was discovering a new breed of heterosexual: cowboy drag. You expect to see your fair share of rednecks, country hats and tight jeans at a country concert. Naturally, the parking lot was full of pick-up trucks and more Confederate flags than have ever been in the mostly black and Latino city of Carson. It's more than likely that the whole state of California was leaning a little more into the ocean with the huge emmigration of white trash from the Valley of the Dirt People.
But I wasn't prepared for the Cowboy Drag. Maybe it's an LA thing, but the cowboy has gone metrosexual.

There were a number of fat men in tank tops, mullets, and real, well-worn cowboy hats. But from our good seats on the floor, we also saw a number of gym-bodies covered in tight denim, loose linen and rich leather boots. The chests were meticulously manscaped, being revealed by a few too many open buttons. Chiseled faces highlighted by perfect, line-less tans all over. These were not the cowboys of South Dakota or West Texas, but rather of the Castro and West Hollywood.

The most popular accessory: a slutty young blonde on the arm! These were straight guys!
The only explanation I can think of is "Cowboy Drag." These guys love their country music. But they love getting "dressed up" even more. As a gay man, I can appreciate that. Any holiday with costumes easily trumps ones with marshmallow peeps or presents under the tree.
I should have brought a camera. Instead, the best I could do was find these photos -- sprinkled throughout -- to demonstrate the gayness of the cowboy that I saw firsthand on Saturday night. The Home Depot Center will never be the same again.
1 comment:
OH the vapors! Growing up we had a rodeo day where we dressed up. I think the LA gays need to adopt a new holiday. Where we put on tight jeans and prance around looking for horse hung... OH you get the idea.
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