So we didn't get in.

So we didn't get in to BHOF this weekend with the Can Can Cuties Act. I have to say though I am not sad about it. We did applied and that is great!!!! Applying is a huge thing the rejection is of course something on its own but we applied to the largest festival in our home city. Sugar Shagmore and I did this adventure with six other lovely ladies after hearing from a legend that we should pursue doing this at BHOF weekender. I am proud of each and every one of the girls who took part in this venture with us. And it isn't stopping us from using this great group of gals and the wonderful choreography we have for other Vegas shows. I'm glad we did it in the end and that we had the chance to learn what it was like pulling a group of girls with many different levels of learning and abilities together and making it work.

So thank you ladies for being a part of this awesome thing we have done and keep on doing.

And with that I give you Vegas' local beauties The Can Can Cuties!!!!!!

Sugar Shagmore

Chastity Badcock

Shimmy G'alore

Anita Brassiere

Missy Miss

Candi Dish

SpiderElla

Mia Sangria

 

First sewing class

So I took my first ever sewing class!!!!!!!!! I have never hand so wen anything before and I did it successfully. Let's just say in the past I was a fucking ass hat with a needle. But this past weekend I took a hand sewing class that was specifically geared toward making something just for burlesques reasons. I was taught with a few others by non other then my friend Sugar Shagmore.

Sugar happens to be a teacher and a performer so this bitch knows her business!!!

 

She took the time to show us what she had done and then began teaching us. Now I was the only fucking chic there who couldn't even sew a button on let alone covering a damn bra. I felt a little shitty when I first started out in the class, but over all by the end I felt accomplished.

 

Most of the other girls had brought fabric knowing what they wanted it for. I went to JoAnn's fabric that morning and picked out something that I thought was badass and it happened to be super nerdy.

That's right bitches I found awesome Start Trek themed fabric!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so excited in the kids section of the fabric store I didn't event bother thinking would this be good fabric to use. I just saw and said "Must Have It!" It isn't as easy to work with as I thought it would be and though it is more difficult to deal with because of the pattern and the fabric it is turning into an awesome bra. Now listen don't all going out looking for my fabric cause I want to do a ST themed number one day in the future and I don't want to hear how all the lovely bitches have the same damn thing.....just kidding I would feel as if I inspired you to be geeky and that would be an honor.

So we learned three types of stitches during class and the more difficult one seems to be my favorite one to work with. It is more time consuming but it's fun. I can't wait until it is fully done and I can randomly wear it around the house cause damn it I will and it will be fabulous.

This isn't a good pic but I had sown a good portion and I was super proud of me and sent pictures to Sugar of the whole process so she could see. I might have annoyed the shit out of her with all the pics I sent, but damn it I did it and she needed to see.

One cup down!!!!!!!

Talking with another noobie and all the faces!

First let me explain why I spell noob ice the way I do. I am first and foremost a nerd. When a new person who isn't as experienced as you gets into a game we dub the noobs. So I mesh my nerd self I to my burlesque self, got it? Okay good.

Onto the real point!!!!!!

So to help as a community it's member I clean the local burlesque studio on the weekends. I do it mainly because I want to help. Now yesterday I was met there by another burly peep who also helps the studio by doing social media. She wanted to take pics of me cleaning so me can post stupid shit like "look at our burly bitch clean" or something.  Any how's, she also runs a pretty cool blog about traveling and she recently started reading mine, yay me, and we got to talking.

Talking about faces, big scary music rises in the background while we begin our feelings, hah j/k. I said how I always look like I'm taking a dump when ever I try and do a sexy face and she said she looked special any time she did as well. I have even heard another friend tell me she was going back to just being cute after her current number because she can't pull sexy off very well.

What the fuck universe why does sexy face have to be so damn hard for some of us. We live in this age where technology keeps us always taking selfies and sending them to someone or for the lucky ones taking a provocative photo and sending it out. I began to think of how fucking dumb I would look if I tried to hike my short ass onto a bathroom counter and take some sexy pic of myself for another human. I mean really, I would look like I'm pooping in the sink. This is how I still feel about fucking sex face in burlesque and it's been almost a year damn it!!

I had a mentor once say that if it wasn't natural for you, you could train your face as if it were choreography and that it worked well. Tried that shit and in the end still look like I haven't pooped in days and it's getting close. It just feels ridiculous to contort my face in a way that it just doesn't want to go.  I've tried several times over the years and it has never worked. I had a boyfriend once who was trying to take sexy pics of me in my halloween costume and he was getting annoyed with me, because he would say "make a sexy face baby" and it would just look like I was staring off into lala land.

So my fellow noob and I sat laughing about how ridiculous we look trying to be sexy. It has made me realize though that my sexy shows through in my outrageous personality and the new found confidence I have. The faces I make help you smile back at me while on stage and in the end that's all that matters to me.

So glitter on bitches and if you make better sex face then me I just might make a fucked up goofy face at you one day ;-P

Vegas Article

Guess what lil performer was mentioned in an article??????

It's me!!!!!!!

The part that I am in fits me pretty well. I rehearse looking like a slob with my favorite sweats on and it shows that this art form is about accepting yourself. I like that! It also read a lot about shows around the entire city on and off strip.  Gotta love when burlesque is pointed out for its awesomeness!

Here's the article link if you'd like to take a look.

http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Flvweekly.com%2Fae%2F2014%2Fmar%2F13%2Fzombie-striptease-fiery-performance-new-wave-burle%2F%23%2F1&h=LAQHLQZvL&s=1

Glitter on bitches!!!!!

Doing a burly parental rant!!!!!!

I have resisted in the past from doing this but yet again my son due to playing with a "gender opposite" toy was called a girl, AGAIN. 

Let me just paint a picture of my kiddo for you real quick. He is a tiny two year old. When I say tiny think the size of a one and a half year old, so yeah he is a petite little shit. He has big blue eyes, long blonde hair and is rough and tumble ALL the fucking time. He wears the typical gender looking clothes like most boys and same goes for his shoes, though being naked is his preffered state of attire, you'd think his mom likes to be naked or something. Now what he does have that many boys don't get usually are his unicorn pillow pets hanging out around the house that are purple and pink and his alligator baby who is always swaddled. He loves his baby and makes me diaper it and redo it's swaddled on the daily. He also likes bringing his baby on rides and ventures to the store from time to time with us. The last thing my son does that is unlike most little boys is he likes putting make up on him self and on me when given the chance. He likes to make mommy pretty and draw war paint on my face.

So being a parent who strips for fun my son is almost always in the bathroom with me when I am prepping for a show. When we are in the car either I'm rehearsing in my head or getting the feeling for a new number. Which means he has to listen to certain songs over and over again. This means I don't  play yo gabba gabba all day long he listens to my stripper songs instead. He watches me work on costume pieces by myself or with a burly friend. He takes many trips to the Fantastic Indoor Swapmeet, Hobby Lobby, Michael's, JoAnn's Fabric, and even random spots that I get my materials from. He hangs out at the Burlesque studio with me weekly and knows many of the burly faces I associate with. My kid is definitely a burlesque kid!!!

From the day he was born he was mistaken as a girl and 90% of the time I politely correct others while other times I just make a point to call him "lil man" infront of others so they realize he isn't a girl. Yesterday was a situation that sparked a bit of irritation while I stood with him in Subway. He was mistaken for being a girl because he had a baby!!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking really people. What if my son came out in public with a fan, which he plays with a lot due to me keeping them around when I'm getting ready to perform. Or better yet feathers from a costume piece I have at home? Because he uses items not normally accepted by society for boys he isn't considered a boy? As you can see this pings a fire in me I dislike greatly. He watches the drag being put on pretty regularly and he enjoys watching or partaking in putting on the drag as well, so it hurts and makes me angry to see that his tiny self  is constantly being called a girl. 

Being part of a world that relishes in standing for your own it kills me that so many out in the world take no consideration when seeing a small person. I live in a world where I am obsessed with male burlesque performers like, Billy Boylesque, The Evil Hate Monkey, Matt Fraser, The Stagedoor Johnnies, Sexy Rick, Banana Fosters, Tito Bonito, and so many more. These men show me that my son can be anything from one minute to another.  And that society standards mean nothing when it comes to creating an individual. Frankly I'm only a helper anyway and he creates himself by loving his baby, putting on make up, beating me up in a sword fight, and walking around bumping his fists saying "Hulk Smash!" 

I just wish people would be a bit considerate when it comes to realizing or just guessing what he is. I am not a parent who wants to use one of the newly acquired labels that are out there now. He is a boy his sex tells us this for now and only the future can tell us differently. 

Sp glitter on bitches and to all you burly moms keep raising fabulous kids!!!!!!! 

Prepping for a photo shoot

So in two weeks I have my very first photo shoot. I've been very excited and now am slowly getting nervous. Have I ever talked about me and sex face? Well I look like I'm trying to poop when I try, yup pooping face not sex face. I tend to be goofy on stage cause that is way easier. I've been unsuccessful with sex face my whole life so smiling and goofy face I stick with. Anyways, I'm getting distracted again....squirrel!!

Back to photo shoot. There was this awesome chance to shoot with Radiant Inc. So I was all over that shit. Now Radiant Inc has done amazing photos of Cha Cha Velour, Aya Fontaine, Shimmie G'alore, La Rosa Muerta, and many other beautiful babes of Vegas burlesque. So of course I'd also want photos by them.  I'm getting nervous now because I can't be serious. I have my two outfits picked out and am even getting my hair and make up done professionally so it actually looks good.  How am I supposed to take good photos if I can't even pose seriously and make good faces? Ahhhhhhhhhh....this whole face thing gets me every fucking time people!!!!! I practice making good faces but, poop face still seems to be the whole look. Who wants poop face? No body that's who! 

I'm breathing again,sorry. It just worries me that what ever photo is taken I'm gonna look like poop. I'm sure the awesome duo at Radiant Inc. will help me not look like butt. It's just a scary thing to realize that photos are gonna be taken of me where I am posing and not performing on a stage. Most don't know but I am fearful of the camera, I'm slowly getting over my fear due to always watching videos of me and seeing the pics people post from shows, but not completely yet. Not getting a lot of nice photos from some shows doesn't help. It makes me feel like when I'm up there what I do isn't photogenic and nothing they take is good. See fear here causing shit in my lil world. Damn you. Fear I will conquer you!!!!

Okay my freak out is gone now thanks for stopping by and reading my rant today ;-)

And here is ther website if you are interested in seeing their works http://www.radiantinc.net

Glitter on bitches!!!!

A letter to a lady

This is something I've been thinking of for about two weeks now based off of my interactions with an amazing performer. She is a local Vegas performer that many might have seen around the world and I have been lucky enough to share a stage with her now three times. Oh yah and I got serious about this after seeing her in a panda suit. So here we go!!

Dear Kalani Kokonuts,

To many of us new comers you are one of many who are the untouchables. We get scared to talk to you and just see perfection when you enter the stage. Recently over the past few months I have been able to share a stage with you. The first time I couldn't even talk to you because I saw a burly superstar hanging out backstage prepping to do her performance. I was with a fellow performer after the show who wanted to meet you and talk to you so I tagged along. I stood amongst great performers I didn't know and just watched like the geeky girl around the popular kids in highschool uncomfortable but happy to be around. As weird and childish as it may seem you didn't even talk to me but bought me a drink anyway that night.

The second time was during the first show that marked Live Burlesque in Las Vegas' 4th year at Boomers Bar and was the first show of the year. I stood in the back of the room and watched you do your thing and appreciated every moment of art you brought to the stage. After the show that night I went up to tell you how great you were, and I stumbled over my words sounding like a numbskull. But you were soft spoken and very kind to me though you had no idea who I was.

I was privileged enough to perform again on Boomers stage and share it once again. You asked for assistance and I gave it to you and then you spoke to me about my costume. Like a child, AGAIN, I smiled and couldn't say much back. Also I'm sorry for touching your cat suit before you performed. Lesson learned don't touch super shiney cat suits cause they may have oil on them :-/. And after the show you were once again super kind to me and even took a pic with me not hesitating though it clearly appeared you needed to be heading out. 

Now this last time I saw you perform I was there with several friends and one just happens to be a dear friend of mine who also is a performer. You didn't do burlesque that night and instead you sang. You have a lovely voice by the way and were very entertaining. My friend and I after the show had commented about how human you appeared on stage and the humility you were showing while singing. Most of us have only ever seen you perform perfectly so to see you like that made you a bit more human to us and thankful that even someone like you can be nervous on the stages you perform on.

So after all of this blabbing I just want to say thank you. Thank you for being kind to me and bringing amazingness to the stage. Also thanks for posting shit on Instagram that prove you are like the rest of us, the Panda suit was awesome. Hopefully I will be able to have a normal conversation with you one day instead of getting overly excited.

I think I will do this more often to the people I love and respect. Glitter on Bitches!!!!!!