You guys know I love me some RuPaul. Here he proves he was ready for QVC prime time decades ago as he gives us a tour of his Midtown yard sale, presumably right before he moved to New York. Where is the Yard Sale Addict when you need him?
Just like any other underground drag queen in 1988, RuPaul’s earthly belongings seem to basically amount to some disco records, nail polish, and a cat poster, which he enthusiastically strokes while clutching a PBR tallboy.
His passion for making the sale and confusing circular hippie love are so endearing that I am willing to look past the major disregard for hygiene in selling his used makeup.
Previously: “Welcome to Forsyth County – they don’t mean it.”
Tags: drag queen, midtown, rupaul, the american music show, yard sale
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