according to Lux LaCroix, burlesque dancer/instructor and all-around lovely lady, when performing, we are taking the long and winding road to boobville. were we to cross the delicate line between class, a la sally rand, and crass, a la jenna jameson, we would be zooming down the autobahn.
who knew the scenic route would be so painful? floor work is not your friend, people. my knees and the tops of my feet are all bruisey and hurty and generally displeased. they are lodging a formal complaint. my core muscles are achey and hot. i'm sure working on my tattoo the day before didn't help, but the crawling across the floor and the popping up and down and squats and splits and oh god make it stop. i’m having flashbacks. ptsd! my persona might have to be obsessive compulsive, just to give me reason to stay off the damn floor. she will perform from inside a giant clear plastic bubble. hamster von teese.