A month ago on a Tuesday morning, I was sitting in an office. Last Tuesday morning, I was lying on my back totally naked while strangers painted me.
“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
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.
July 31, 2014
TO: All past, present and future burlesque show audience members
FROM: Your Friendly Neighborhood Glitterbomb
RE: Burlesque shows
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
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.
In the moments after, I swore that I was an ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE PERFORMER and I WAS NEVER DOING THIS NUMBER AGAIN.