It’s a conundrum familiar to every drag queen, even if she doesn’t talk about it publicly: How should one feel about Chasers, the men who aggressively pursue drag performers?To be clear, I’m not talking about so-called “tranny chasers,” the admirers who harass transgender people, described in a recent Outward article by Christin Scarlett Milloy.

I took “Mikey” to my show, where he swept me off my feet (literally) for photo ops, stripped butt naked for applause, and fetched my Red Bulls. And in exchange, I let him grab my padded rump, smell my hair, and even bite my ear too-too hard.

“I’m doing good for a straight guy in a gay bar, huh? “Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve always had a secret thing for, you know, girls like you,” Mikey said.

“I’ve just never .” Mikey loved my attention, the audience loved him, and beneath my mild irritation at his groping, I was queasily pleased by his worship.

So it was a shame when he pitched a screaming fit after I declined to go home with him.

Ask any queen, and she’ll tell you that Chasers are handsy headaches who turn our work life into a tiring game of cat and mouse.

But not every queen will admit the other side of the story, which is that some of us depend on them.

A few weeks ago, I had an encounter that perfectly illustrates the uneasy symbiosis between queens and Chasers.

I was on the subway to my Friday gig, dressed in a skimpy gold lame cocktail dress, when a stranger approached to say “Hey, I’m straight but I really admire you for just being yourself.” I knew this guy’s game right away, but he had a Firefighter Calendar torso, and having a body guard while traveling in drag is never a bad idea, so I decided to play along.

His temper brought an end to our odd give-and-take. They can be aggressive and disrespectful in their advances, sometimes to the point where they disrupt our performances. I talked to my drag sister Monét X Change about this dichotomy, because she was there for the great Mikey Drama of 2015, yaaaaaazing and waving her enormous Japanese fan when he tore off his pants onstage. Change so perfectly explained the appeal of Chasers to me, I felt as though she were reading from my diary. He’ll love it.” As performance artists, we queens tend to spend the bulk of our time in isolating circumstances, either preparing for shows in the chaos of our little apartments, or hiding behind masks of rouge and lashes in the glare spotlights.