I took my kids to a library drag story time a few years ago (not one that Aida H Dee did but a drag king and queen). Around the same time I took them to a show put on by a drag queen as part of a Royal Festival Hall half term programme, based on the ugly duckling. Both were very sweet, involved glitter but fully dressed performers, and had a lovely message of acceptance. But I would not have them (aged 7 and 9) watch Drag Race yet, even though my eldest would adore the runway, because there is that sexual innuendo aspect to it.
I’ve also taken my kids to Shambala (widely known as a family oriented festival) for a few years, where they saw multiple women walking around in body paint and nipple tassels, and on one occasion a naked man. Which was a bit
but we’ve always had a “nothing wrong with the human body” approach balanced with teaching about consent and the NSPCC PANTS thing so
When my eldest was a baby I rewatched the entirety of Buffy and Angel, which is quite violent really, during breastfeeds and naps on me. And I know our local cinema would show 18 rated films at the mums and baby’s session (babies had to be under a year old).
Oh, and we also taught them the basics of sex ed a couple of years ago.
Not entirely sure where I’m going with this apart from to say that the decisions of what we “expose” our kids to are complex, plus perceptions of what might be appropriate or not can be pretty different from the actuality as well as being damned subjective.