life’s A drag and so it should be...
‘If you allow someone else’s negativity to affect you, it’s because you forgot that you are fabulous. It’s not my responsibility to make you feel good all the time.
That’s your f*cking responsibility! The fact that you’re here is because you’re a star; you’re a f*cking star, and don’t let anybody tell you you’re not. If I had a nickel for every time someone told me, “You’ll never be a star as a drag queen,” I’d have a billion million dollars!’
‘True drag has to do with seeing that this world is an illusion. Everything you say you are, and everything it says driving you are licence on your , it’s all an illusion. I’m everything and nothing. I’m black, I’m white, I’m male, I’m female.’
It’s the last episode of Season 1 of , RuPaul has lost his temper, and I’m lapping up yet another sermon in the Ru church of self-reflection and acceptance. I joined early January. Uncharitable thoughts about how long Daughter No 2 had been on the sofa were interrupted by a larger-than-life creature striding across the screen. Eureka was strutting down the runway in a plus-size pink plaid suit and bright yellow wig, batting her eyelashes at the camera, her breezy sales pitch like an old-school dating site: ‘I’m a be-yourself-to-free-yourself kinda queen.
