It is September in Burbank, and a golf cart is carrying me toward a little corner of gay heaven. Specifically, it takes me to a low-roofed building on the Warner Bros. lot, an unassuming almost-bungalow where the television writer and producer Michael Patrick King has his offices. Inside, the walls are adorned with various posters for his series (and subsequent movies) Sex and the City, while the (in)famous tracksuit worn by Lisa Kudrow on The Comeback rests proudly on a mannequin. It’s an exciting, almost squeal-worthy experience, to be in those hallowed rooms. And then I turn a corner and there’s RuPaul.
The entertainer—drag queen, television host, recording artist, actor, salesman, amateur spiritual guru—projects an instant grandeur. On this sweltering Monday after the Emmys, he’s wearing one of his trademark vibrant,…