*Throw Back! This post originally appeared in my erstwhile blog, Fish nor Fowl, in 2010.
“By night I whip my hair up in fantastic shapes, glue dramatic false eyelashes on, and cover myself in glitter. By night, I am a burlesque dancer, and ecdysiast, a striptease artist. I strut onstage in elaborate rhinestoned costumes, telling a story of lost love or lust through my dance. I seductively peel off my stockings, corset, and trappings of assumed femininity as I go, until it is just me, in pasties and panties, on display for an audience. I’m one of an elite group of avengers of the breast.
I’m hired across the United States and Canada, visiting museums and being a tourist during the day, and titillating their audiences, tassel twirling from city to city by night, sleeping in seedy motels or on borrowed couches, waking up in glitter and feathers. I’ve performed for a beer symposium, local access TV, and to intimate audiences of ten up to over a thousand. I’ve performed alongside a Cirque du Soleil actor, slept in tents with trapeze artists, and befriended sword swallowers. And let me tell you, it’s just as glamorous and gritty as it sounds.”
A short excerpt from a feature story I wrote about my burlesque life to be published in the October issue of Her Magazine. ETA: October Issue of Her is out now! Pick one up for free around Nashville or, check out the digital edition.