I acknowledge that I have no idea who the hell I am, and I think that's the first step.

I acknowledge that I have no idea who the hell I am, and I think that's the first step.

I never worry about the social backlash against my work because I'm a man in a dress, and somehow American society creates a buffer on how severe things are when you put a man in a dress.

Am I in the Forbes 100? Absolutely not, and I'll never be there. But for the first time I make so much money that I feel poor, like I have to cultivate and protect this fortune. But I never had more than $20 in my pocket before RuPaul's Drag Race so I feel so privileged with money, it's terrible. I bought a $300 beige t-shirt today.

I function because I am on drugs.

If anyone ever boos you off stage, that is simply applause from ghosts.

If I had to pick between Heaven and Hell, I'd pick Hell, because I can't keep white clean.