27/05/2024
This morning we lost my "Drag Mother" Glenda Jackson, a true inspiration to the Glbtiq+ queer community, a person who gave time, love and inspiration on everything being a glamorous drag performer.
I was lucky, to have someone like Miss Glenda Jackson in my life, who could tell me one minute, "One day youll be a real queen sandra just like me", to the next "for god sake women, do you nails and wear some bloody gloves". Yes she made half of my wardrobe, and yes I paid usually her cars rego each year through it. But most of all she inspired me to be who I am, and not pretend to be someone Im not.
As the tears hit my eyes, I know that these tears are not sadness but just a reminder of the happy tears you created. We spent many a hour dancing, singing and making me learn the bloody words to those show songs. Many laughs being naughty, many an conversation that I should move to the coast, and many a laughs as we stich, pull, drag and tap our way through a show.
So in this final chapter, I say, enjoy the next part of your journey as those bastards in heaven will love you as much as we do. Rest in peace as we start to celebrate the light, love and happiness you bought to us, never fogotten, and most of all, let me mime.....
. If you feel good, then ill make you feel good, and your spirits rise.
Love ya.
