I just finished my last doctoral seminar.
IS THERE CAKE?
The following is like a Christmas letter, only with boobs.
In the moments after, I swore that I was an ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE PERFORMER and I WAS NEVER DOING THIS NUMBER AGAIN.
I’m not one for the daily Facebook posts of gratitude. Nothing wrong with it, they’re just not my deal. But as I reflect on my holiday solo debut last Friday, prepare for an audition tomorrow (suddenly, I’m someone who goes to auditions again!) and get ready to put on my civilian clothes and head to my parents’ for the long weekend, I’ll lay out my own list: Read More My Life in Burlesque: A Very Glittery Thanksgiving
Happy Tuesday, kittens. Can you feel the groove? Read More This Open Thread Has Just Gotta Dance
TW: talk of size and weight (no numbers)
“I hope no one thinks, ‘Why’d they let the big girl in?'” Read More Me and My (Curvy) Shadow: Burlesque and Body Image
All the metaphors you’ve heard about stripping making you free, are a LOAD.