Fairy Tales
So monday night had me flying from work to The Guvernment (horray for bad spelling to make a club look "cool") to be a Trapease Fairy. It was fantastic fun! Pics soon to be posted but to give you an idea: I was all in rust, green, red and gold - my face with heavily made up to look glowy and "fae" like. I had big curly hair with flowers sprouting from my head - to offset the "strategically placed roses and flowers that "hid" my womanly features. Tutu made of all colours - the taut short kind like stage ballet, very fun. And point shoes that killed my feet but looked nice with the garters and thigh high green stockings... Oh and wings of course! Big Red Wings!
Simon (pronounced SEE-Mooh) oh the french - was our circus liason who was about 5'4 and a tank. He was great fun and didn't mind when I almost kicked him in the face once or twice getting up on the trapease and down. Once up though- it was fantastic! Although the damn thing isn't like when youre 5 and the swing swings with you - no Trapease is hard to pump - my abs and legs and most especially my hips were sore to the point that they felt they had been beaten while I was sleeping the next day - even today I'm a lil weak. But 4 hours of up and off and swing swing swing with poses and positions and "charcter" movements (point those toes Adri! Youre a fairy!) was killer for the lower body.
The Green room was also shared with Les Coquettes - the Burlesque show that hired me. Such random backstage banter:
"Are these red fishnets mine or yours?"
"Do these pasties make me look fat?"
"Am I going to bust outta this thing before the finale?"
"Hunny, you even made me wet!"
What I liked about all these girls was they were normal looking - they were curvy, they had cellulite, they had love handles (even the tiny one who was like the size of barbie doll) and yet they were confident and sexy. I watched one walk around topless like as if she were in an evening gown and thought, 'wow. I wish I had that much confidence in my body'
So I'm decided I will be. Or at least try to be more confident - not snobby an egomaniac - but not turn down a compliment or... I dunno, try to smile I "feel fat" - bleck, so dumb. Anyway. Burlesque. Whoa. Boobs everywhere. 'Nuf said.
Simon (pronounced SEE-Mooh) oh the french - was our circus liason who was about 5'4 and a tank. He was great fun and didn't mind when I almost kicked him in the face once or twice getting up on the trapease and down. Once up though- it was fantastic! Although the damn thing isn't like when youre 5 and the swing swings with you - no Trapease is hard to pump - my abs and legs and most especially my hips were sore to the point that they felt they had been beaten while I was sleeping the next day - even today I'm a lil weak. But 4 hours of up and off and swing swing swing with poses and positions and "charcter" movements (point those toes Adri! Youre a fairy!) was killer for the lower body.
The Green room was also shared with Les Coquettes - the Burlesque show that hired me. Such random backstage banter:
"Are these red fishnets mine or yours?"
"Do these pasties make me look fat?"
"Am I going to bust outta this thing before the finale?"
"Hunny, you even made me wet!"
What I liked about all these girls was they were normal looking - they were curvy, they had cellulite, they had love handles (even the tiny one who was like the size of barbie doll) and yet they were confident and sexy. I watched one walk around topless like as if she were in an evening gown and thought, 'wow. I wish I had that much confidence in my body'
So I'm decided I will be. Or at least try to be more confident - not snobby an egomaniac - but not turn down a compliment or... I dunno, try to smile I "feel fat" - bleck, so dumb. Anyway. Burlesque. Whoa. Boobs everywhere. 'Nuf said.