u s e y o u r h a n d s

This is a feeling I haven’t had since high school community theatre: the post-show letdown. And this case is a pretty tough one.

I learned a lot during the rehearsals, backstage, and most definitely, onstage. I’m not sure if I’m done learning yet.

I am still completely perplexed as to why I decided to do the burlesque show. Certainly, I’ve been interested in the artform for some time, but from the audience, not onstage. So, what was it? I’m highly insecure about my physical appearance. I don’t even wear skirts above the knee.

I think I was suckered onstage by the performers’ moxie. All types of bodies, all kinds of tattoos, all sharing the same crazy chutzpah. But they weren’t alone. The audiences, man, the audiences. All the burlesque audiences I’ve seen have been so supportive, so kind.

Once I got into the show and attended my first rehearsal, I relaxed a lot. The artistic director and other performers offered great tips that I integrated into the act. I was inspired by the other performances which showed so much moxie, talent, sexiness. And how can you not bond with someone when you’re both holding your breasts while pastie glue dries?

I feel so proud that I performed in front of 1,100 people. I feel good about my body, in clothes and without. And though I’m not “perfect” I’m pretty good nonetheless, even without corsets and fishnets.

Thanks to all the performers and crew I worked with during the show. And, of course, many, many thanks to Red and Gwen, the Sissy Butch Brothers themselves. Their project will preserve the history of burlesque while making a scene here in Chicago.

And I think I’ll keep performing. What’s a better excuse to by lace and glitter?