If you know one thing about rap music, it is the street origins of the genre. Images of revolutionary rhymes emerging from urban underbellies, with assertive, red-blooded men battling it out to the beats, come to mind. So what do you get when you introduce the Queer Eye to a stage reserved for the sigma male?
Performing gender on the hip-hop stage
Now let a girl speak 2 hazar nakhun every week How can she afford? Kari mai hustle, batti pe me mange na bhik
— Kinari, Feminine Plural
While a certain liberal, urban demographic is slowly warming up to the existence of the LG&B, everything that starts and follows the T is still seen as elusively absurd and embarrassingly shameful. A major reason for this confusion, and consequent queerphobia, is the dominance of the idea that gender is a naturally constructed category. A man is a man because of the protrusion, and a woman is a woman because of the hole.
Mai thoda sa aisa glamorous kapde pehnti Toh tum kya kya bolte ho
— Kinari, Charpai
But if we move beyond this somewhat amusing obsession with the phallus and start to genuinely engage with the absurd, we find...
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