My Life in Burlesque: Steppin’ to the Bad Side

I’m nervous, I texted my best friend two days before the debut of my new act. This one’s really close to my heart.

In my new act, I play a murderer. Read More My Life in Burlesque: Steppin’ to the Bad Side

My Life in Burlesque: On Swagger, Sparkles and (Han) Solo

“I’m just not used to wearing pants!”

So said I backstage at a performance of Boobs on Endor: A Return of the Jedi Burlesque (otherwise known as, You Can’t Make This Shit Up). That night I was Han Solo, who in our show is played by a broad in a bra. And really tight, ass-flattering pants that I was struggling to get over my high-heeled boots. Because other than workout clothes, pj’s and costumes, I haven’t worn pants in over a year. Read More My Life in Burlesque: On Swagger, Sparkles and (Han) Solo

My Life in Burlesque: The Art of the Quick Change

Quick changes: as burlesque performers, we all have them. At some point, during some show, you’re going to have to scramble out of tight elaborately-constructed garments and sparkly underthings, into other tight elaborately-constructed garments and sparkly underthings. While sweating. The trick is not avoiding the quick changes (because that’s impossible), but how you deal with them.

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My Life in Burlesque: The Dos and Don’ts of Attending a Show

MEMO

July 31, 2014

TO: All past, present and future burlesque show audience members

FROM: Your Friendly Neighborhood Glitterbomb

RE: Burlesque shows

Hi there!

First of all, I can speak for my fellow dancers, as well as our producers and our venue staff, when I say: we are glad you are here/have been here/are thinking of visiting! Seriously. Burlesque is like a bear crapping in the woods — if no one sees us, is it really burlesque? Except we smell nicer than bear crap. We photograph better too. Read More My Life in Burlesque: The Dos and Don’ts of Attending a Show

This Week in Misogyny Has a Black Belt in Gender Judo

Oh, what a shock, Congress is being useless once again when it comes to securing rights for women. And let’s all direct our middle fingers in the general direction of the Women Against Feminism Tumblr. Sigh. At least Thor’s a lady now? I’ll take whatever good news I can get. (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny Has a Black Belt in Gender Judo

My Life in Burlesque: A Photo Finish

It started when I was 15 or 16: a perpetual discomfort at having my photo taken. No, I’m not some kind of international spy or superhero. I wish.

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My Life in Burlesque: Getting Back on the (Glitter)Horse

In the moments after, I swore that I was an ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE PERFORMER and I WAS NEVER DOING THIS NUMBER AGAIN.

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