Drag queens will rant. But when they tee off on your "gay redneck party" in Pensacola, queer brain drain and getting high in a rich's guy private bathhouse, it's time to put down the cocktail and listen up. 

Welcome to You're Queer, You're Here, and You Have No Clue What's Going On, Cayenne Rouge's debut piece for Wussy, the online culture and lifestyle magazine that launched last month. This is more than another hot take on queens unbothered with serious conversation and issues in the runup to swimsuit season. It's something more than an epic rant about an idiot bro at the bar. (Not that's there anything wrong with those.)

It's about critical thinking queers, their impact on LGBT issues and how dumb-downed social media addicts are sidelined by their feeds.

For Queers, critical thinking was one of many things that inspired movements against lethargic government policies for AIDS and oppressive tools of the institution such as the “gay-panic” legal defense.  Essentially, there existed a time when Queers had to rely on their frontal lobes as opposed to their pretty dicks and pierced clits to survive the politics of various eras. Not to discourage sex-positive thinking, but why can’t aesthetic practices exist alongside the responsible consumption of information?

How do Southern queers lose their way? Rouge (photo) argues a focus on getting wasted and laid while enjoying "unfettered access to gloryholes and piss troughs" doesn't help.

Perhaps this isn’t surprising at all, but the divide between those who like to think and those who prefer to react has become incredibly apparent during the era of “Hands up. Don’t shoot.” Currently, unrest in the American political climate has been fueled by a shitty conversation we are all trying to have about race, the right to assemble, and police brutality. So, how does this relate to Southern Queers? For starters, let’s consider that though we may have unfettered access to gloryholes and piss troughs here in the big gay south, a certain form of exclusion permeates the culture of queers in the Southeast (another article, another time). To add, some white Queers really, really hate it when you “bring race into it.” However, there’s just no responsible way to have a conversation about social unrest in the present without “bringing race into it.” You’d be surprised by how many people I mistake for neoliberals when they share videos of the unrest and issue snide (not to mention racially charged) remarks calling protesters and rioters “animals.” If it weren’t so awful, one could find entertainment in watching a gay southern barfly turn into David Koch’s ball holder.

Rouge also laments how that trashy Pensacola holigay is but one sexy distraction from politics and issues Southern queers ought to concern themselves with. It's an ill-fated journey, Rouge warns.

While this is only one example of the brain drain experienced in our communities, that transformation does make any sane and critically inclined person think: how does this happen? The answer lies in a new cultural shift among queers to ignore the politics of what’s going on around them in hopes of living by their own. Hardly an example of radicalism, new southern Queers have set on an ill-fated journey to separate their identities from the constraints of reality. Who gives a fuck about politics when you can go to a gay redneck party in Pensacola or trip on shrooms in some rich asshole’s private bathhouse? That all sounds fun for a holiday weekend, but it’s devastating in reality. Heroes of the early gay rights movement and of the particularly active 70s were very much aware that: A) a system existed and B) you couldn’t beat the bitch unless you understood it. So naturally, since all the hard stuff has been done already, it's a totally feasible idea to resurrect the free love movement and forgotten about everyone’s problems. Especially our own.

There's more to queer life than getting wasted and pegged, Rogue argues. Seriously.