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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My Life in Burlesque: We Are Not ‘Disgusting’

Let the record show that ladies who take their clothes off are not bad people. Read More My Life in Burlesque: We Are Not ‘Disgusting’

My Life in Burlesque: The 12 Days of Hot Christmas

On the twelfth day of Hot Christmas, my producer gave to me… Read More My Life in Burlesque: The 12 Days of Hot Christmas

My Life in Burlesque: A Very Glittery Thanksgiving

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

My Life in Burlesque: The Care and Feeding of a Stage Kitten

Gather ’round, while I explain the art of being a stage kitten. Read More My Life in Burlesque: The Care and Feeding of a Stage Kitten

My Life in Burlesque: On Brains and Breakthroughs

Public nudity doesn’t scare me. Many other things do. Read More My Life in Burlesque: On Brains and Breakthroughs