‘RuPaul's Drag Race' star Jiggly Caliente dies after ‘severe infection'
Castro-Arabejo, who became a judge on Drag Race Philippines in 2022, scrapped plans to appear on the upcoming season after a recent hospitalization for a 'severe infection' and a leg amputation surgery, her family said in a statement on her Instagram page.
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She died early Sunday, her family said in another statement.
'A luminous presence in the worlds of entertainment and advocacy, Jiggly Caliente was celebrated for her infectious energy, fierce wit, and unwavering authenticity,' her family said Sunday. 'She touched countless lives through her artistry, activism, and the genuine connection she fostered with fans around the world.'
Castro-Arabejo competed on the fourth season of RuPaul's Drag Race and later on RuPaul's Drag Race Allstars.
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'Her talent, truth, and impact will never be forgotten, and her legacy will continue to slay — always,' said a statement from RuPaul's Drag Race posted on X. 'We're holding her family, friends, and fans close in our hearts during this difficult time.'
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We are devastated by the passing of Jiggly Caliente, a cherished member of the Drag Race family. Her talent, truth, and impact will never be forgotten, and her legacy will continue to slay—always. We're holding her family, friends, and fans close in our hearts during this… pic.twitter.com/wkDXQKfwoy
— RuPaul's Drag Race (@RuPaulsDragRace) April 27, 2025
Born in the Philippines, Castro-Arabejo immigrated to New York. She started working in drag about 20 years ago, appearing in competitions and pageants. She noted the influence of her upbringing in her work and its importance for representation in the industry. In 2018, she released a hip-hop album called T.H.O.T. Process, including a track where she raps in Tagalog.
During a 2023 episode of reality show Bring Back My Girls, which reunites different performers from the Drag Race franchise, Castro-Arabejo said her work as a judge was important because of her heritage.
'When it comes to my culture, I live and breathe that I am Filipina,' she said. 'I am a proud immigrant woman.'
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She publicly came out as transgender in 2016 on a podcast, partly because she said she received letters from fans who were struggling with their own gender identities.
'I wanted to come out because I was ready to come out. I have been living as a trans woman for so long, but I just never told the audience and the fans that,' she said in a 2018 Billboard interview. 'I was actually transitioning while I was on the show, I just never talked about it. I didn't want it to be my storyline, because being a trans woman is not what defines me.'
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