The following is like a Christmas letter, only with boobs.
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.
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’
On the twelfth day of Hot Christmas, my producer gave to me… Read More My Life in Burlesque: The 12 Days of Hot Christmas
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
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
Public nudity doesn’t scare me. Many other things do. Read More My Life in Burlesque: On Brains and Breakthroughs