Jojo came into my life when I threw the One More Time ball in October of 2013, an evening dedicated to septuagenarian drag legends who wanted to come out looking glamorous after more than thirty years out of the spotlight. While I was busy making arrangements in the background for the evening, scurrying around in my thrift store dyeable heels and brocade skirt suit, she caught me by the arm, pulled me to her side, and told me that, especially for me, she was singing “My Funny Valentine.” Jojo was the last living member of the Pearl Box Revue, a 1970s stage show managed by Lucky LaBaker and Bobby Lopez out of Buffalo, New York. We became fast friends. I was her captive audience, with her teaching me when I do and don't look glamorous, giving advice on the finer points of pleasure that come with removable dentures, and her...

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