The first time I really experienced Warhol was coincidentally the first time I experienced being in drag. I found myself in a dive bar in San Francisco dressed up as Candy Darling in front a crowd of people at the queercentric drag night called “Trannyshack”. It was here, where Fudgie Frottage, a drag king dressed up like Andy, would give me a fake hit of acid like it was Catholic communion, and I proceeded to flip out with two other queens dressed up as Holly Woodlawn (Edie Modular) and Jackie Curtis (Nutella Versace) to Velvet Underground’s “Waiting for the Man”.
Before that I knew only of his work and minor mischaracterizations of his persona, which made me dislike his art. It was unfortunate that in my youth I relied on hearsay rather than history to determine my liking someones aesthetic, but…well … I was young, and insecure, and filled with doubt about art and the world.
I had a lot of growing up to do. What exponentially helped me in that process was people, the media, and art critics judging me. The comments I heard about my work were the same as my comments about my predecessors… and that made everything become VERY clear about who I was, my maturity, and my relying on judgement without research (which was a very insecure thing to do) in the world.