RuPaul is a phenomenon of the 90's. He gained cult status with the release of his almost top forty hit “Supermodel (You Better Work)” (Expertly covered by Taylor Dayne for The Lizzie McGuire Movie). This success came right after the true scare of the AIDS epidemic and came as a result of MTV putting his music video on high rotation.
There is no doubt in my mind that RuPaul was discriminated against and treated unfairly in his life. That's why it amazes me how loving he is. How willing he is to embrace everyone. That's what his reputation was. The family friendly drag queen.
This reputation was hurt early on when he was molested by co-presenter Milton Berle at the MTV awards and ad libbed during their presentation. This was not the 'everybody say love' mentality that was expected of him. He was already on faulty rocks with the public just being a drag queen, but this didn't help either of his follow up singles gain radio success.
From that point he hosted a talk show on VH1, guested on All of My Children, dueted with Elton John on “Don't Go Breaking My Heart”, released an autobiography, a slew of dance club hits, until he eventually landed RuPaul's Drag Race on Logo.
I just have so much admiration for this man. It might be too much too put on him to say that he taught me to love. Not only other people, but myself. My parents don't know that I love RuPaul. When I was 15, I bought one of his albums.
My mother found it be vulgar (Mind you I owned Madonna's Erotica at this point) and couldn't believe that I would listen to anything that promoted the homosexual lifestyle. I don't know what she was worried about. Listening to RuPaul was not going to make me gay.
Needless to say. She threw it away one day. I couldn't believe it. I was so hurt. That's when I realized the kind of injustice there was. My mother hated him, because he was gay. That was her reason. It had nothing to do with the lyrical content. It had to do with who was singing it.