The Woke Wars are far from over. Ask any white-wellies Nazi runt in Florida about that.

But if the defiantly queer, teasingly trans indie drama “National Anthem” accomplishes nothing else, it seizes “patriotic” iconography from the pick-up truck decoratin’ rednecks of Vanilla ISIS.

The film’s LGBTQ performers expertly parade the stars and stripes around New Mexico rodeos on horseback, along with the rainbow flag, of course. They compete in many of the same rodeo contests. They show the diehards in red caps a trick or two when it comes to flag-themed cowboy-cowgirl-cowpronoun wear.

And trans performer D’Angelo Lacy delivers what might be the definitive rendition of “The Star Spangled Banner” to start one of those rodeos. No Beyonce/Underwood/Reba flourishes. Just a pure voice delivering those learned-by-rote lyrics with feeling we haven’t heard in ages.

Luke Gifford’s film is yet another “You just haven’t met your people” coming-out tale, this one set in the desert southwest . A lonely twentysomething day laborer (Charlie Plummer) escapes the trap of his life when he falls in with a sort of you-should-pardon-the-expression “dude” ranch for gay and transgender folks somewhere in more-tolerant-than-you-think New Mexico.

Dylan has a little brother (Joey DeLeon) to look after, no steady job, no benefits, no wheels and a dream — to buy an RV and travel the country. Accepting that “two weeks of work” offer from Pepe (Rene Rosada) may not get him any closer to that dream, seeing as how his self-absorbed beautician mom (“Karate Kid” and “9-1-1 Lone Star” vet Robyn Lively) cadges his cash, even when she swears she’s quit drinking.

Digging fence post holes, hauling hay and the like for a gaggle of gays with no visible means of support can’t help but seem attractive. The aggressively flirtatious horse-lover Sky (Eve Lindley) all but closes the deal.

“Just not really my scene, you know,” Dylan mumbles at this or that invitation to hang with the gang, party and what-not.

But when “the gang” raids the local discount store and grabs him for a little wig and eye shadow makeover, Dylan doesn’t fight it. Maybe he’s found his “people” after all.

Music video veteran turned first-time feature director Luke Gilford’s film breaks new ground only in the novelty of its setting, in the tropes and “truisms” of gay life as it’s depicted it leans into, and the ones it eschews.

Yes, there’s promiscuity and even when the “beach” is only on a drought-shallowed river, that’s an excuse for a polyamorous romp by the dozen or so House of Splendor ranchers to skinny dip and pair up or thruple up.

The only intolerance Dylan’s problematic mother displays is when she warns him off this job and “scene” because “They have one of those flags, you know.” A mother who knows she hasn’t done all she can for her kid and feels guilty about it isn’t likely to judge what he figures out about himself the first time he dons mascara.

Because Dylan realizes, at 21, what they’re showing him that he’s never been able to figure out.

The gay rodeos have been described as downright “patriotic” in many reviews of this film, because they are. The haters can wear their AR-15 lapel pins and flags and pout in the corner. It takes just as much guts to ride a bull when you’re a lesbian or a gay man as it does anybody else.

Mason Alexander Park plays the “explainer” character, nice enough to try and warn Dylan off Sky and her steady Pepe and their “open” relationship, canny enough to dodge the most divisive question in the transgender community today when Dylan’s little brother Cassidy starts spending time with big brother’s new friends.

“Are you a boy or a girl?”

“Well, I’m neither.”

Plummer (“All the Money in the World” and “Wildflower”) is mostly an under-acting underreactor here, channeling his look-alike Cillian Murphy as he takes it all in, weighs it against where his head and heart are, and takes those first tentative and not-so-tentative steps.

Lindley has the flashy part, young and transitioned or transitioning and pretty enough to be the gay kid in the candy store. But Park and Lively give this novel yet familiar story its heart and weight, each offering support when guidance won’t do. Dylan needs to figure this out for himself.

And if what Dylan wants is an RV, and maybe a little red dress and the perfect Melissa Etheridge song to lip-sync on stage, who are any of us say Dylan can’t have it?

Rating: R, sex, full frontal nudity

Cast: Charlie Plummer, Eve Lindley, Rene Rosado, Mason Alexander Park and Robyn Lively.

Credits: Directed by Luke Gifford, scripted by Kevin Best, David Largman Murray and Luke Gifford. An LD Entertainment release.

Running time: 1:39