i'm no expert on drag, other than having gone to a few shows (which is probably more than many of these "omg THIS!" commenters have done)

I'm one of the "OMG THIS!" commenters.

I don't think of drag as something done in "shows." Drag is my husband's best man at our wedding, in his pink-with-sequins cocktail dress. Drag is loaning my gold eyeshadow to a near-stranger at a convention 'cos he didn't bring makeup that goes with his gold lamé robes. Drag is a woman in an Edwardian tux at a Victorian formal dance. Drag is altering ballgowns to put laces up the back instead of zippers because even if the waist fits, the shoulders are never broad enough. Drag is knowing the sequined sleeve goes on the right arm & the fishnet one goes on the left.

Drag is not a culture I'm appropriating; it's one I live in the middle of. My comparison may be flawed, because it's based on the limited view of my own experiences, but it's not made out of ignorance.