As you might have noticed, I got into a funk with my writing. A couple weeks ago, I was ready to return with a post, ironically, about timing, and then I got the news. 2017 was already filled with tragedy for both me personally and the queerlesque community, and it had to deliver one last blow on the final day. The beautiful, sparkling Pineapple of Burlesque, Jette Blaque, had died that morning.
Jette was a frequent performer on the Dallas and Denton queerlesque stages. Her mentor was my teacher for when I got started at the Academy of Queerlesque, and we first crossed paths at during my second solo performance. We'd see more of each other as the Sue Ellen's stage became a home for us, and I became familiar her shining presence. She was full of laughter and joy backstage, and on-stage she could deliver so much attitude.
We also had the pleasure of working for each other. I loved having Jette for Tuesday Tease—she was a consummate professional yet a total goofball. During one of the POC Teases, she became instant friends with the queens I had booked, as they went ga-ga over handsome men and quoted Empire. It was a riot! She had also booked me for her POC show at Glitterbomb, and I was so honored to be a part of that experience.
|Dirty 30: Mina's birthday show|
Contagious Fantasies Photography
|Pineapples were her favorite thing.|
Artwork by Jo Moulton
(The title of this post was partly inspired by a poem by her maternal grandmother Daisy Kincheloe, "Gone Too Soon".)