The largest show I do every year is Frolicon. This year was no different! Two shows and five classes kept me busy all weekend.
First up was Secret City Burlesque, my home away from home. We opened the convention with a Thursday night show dedicated to all things dreams and nightmares. I built a new act around the concept of a seer that included a floor length gown that was leopard print with a burgundy lining covered in eyes. I performed the entire act with a lace blindfold on and a chain lead that I whipped around to great effect. This is the kind of crowd I can really let loose with and, being a fetish convention, they were very appreciative of the realism when I performed self flagellation. The bruises lasted for over a week but the reaction was well worth it.
After that there were five classes on Sensory Bottles (used for anxiety attacks, ADD and children on the spectrum, but in this case I have found them to be very useful in aftercare), earring building (I used the lock and key combo because of our specific setting), a class on fascinator building (this time it was black ostrich, peacock eyes and red roses), found jewelry assembly (where we used a ton of broken and mismatched jewelry pieces to build new pieces), and a class on basic pin up makeup (and let me tell you, teaching that puppy after a night of partying when you’re still at least a little drunk on a model who is in the exact same boat was a Herculean effort).
My show with Subterranean Cirqus was an amazing amount of fun as per usual. I love working with them so much! I am the only burlesque performer usually, but it’s a return to the roots of sideshow that makes me feel like I am really stretching my art. This year I brought on my bestie on stage once again, this time in a far more active role. We revamped my tongue in cheek tribute to Doms everywhere but this iteration with D as the submissive and myself as the dom. It was a lot of fun and he did so well! I actually used live steel on stage for the first time in a while. I usually don’t because of the risk to myself, despite my ability to use a knife in a knowledgeable way, and more importantly the risk that an uneducated performer might decide that the idea of using live steel on stage is an easy thing to incorporate into an act without a lot more experience and care. But the act went wonderfully! Next up I did a new Prince song (I just can’t seem to stay away from them!) to Darling Nikki, a shorter one but still following the basic pattern of my Prince numbers: throw all the choreography out of the window and fuck the stage. It just happens. I’ve learned to work with it over the years.
It was a wonderful weekend made even better by the addition of our pack girlfriend, who is a very spunky, kickass individual from LA who attended her very first Frolicon with us this year.
This was my first year at Monsterama in Atlanta, GA and I really enjoyed time there!
I co-taught a panel on the Evolution Of Feminine Makeup in Horror Films with the graceful and knowledgeable Madeline Brumby, herself a scream queen! The class went wonderfully, with great audience response and the patient participation of Celtic Lion as the model for our final demo.
I am a recreational horror watcher myself, being none too fond of fake scares, but I do love watching how the face of innocence changes over the decades to audience perception.
I was happy to spend the weekend noodling about Atlanta with my sweet boyfriend, in to visit from North Carolina. He avoided the worst of the fall out from Hurricane Joaquin traveling home, luckily. I have a few friends in South Carolina that are dealing with the flooding. Luckily they are all okay, thank goodness!
Due to the crack-down of Facebook on those of us with non-traditional names (ie, stage names, drag names, trans names, those of us trying to protect our selves from stalkers, abuse, etc) my stage name account was suspended pending “verification.”
One of two ways this could have happened:
1) Someone reported me as being “fake.” (Rude. malicious. Bad, no cookie.)
2) My page has gotten too “popular” and was investigated.
“Why” doesn’t really matter any more, honestly. What matters is that I am on the brink of losing 5 years worth of documented evidence of my blood, sweat, tears and hard work. About to lose the free platform of social media wherein I do all of my networking. (I’m a “starving artist” archetype here, free beats just about anything.)
So, on the advice of the estimable Vernita, I registered as an LLC.
For the next 365 days, Silver Kitsune legally exists. She/I is/am a real person/business. We’ll see if it works.
For the princely sum of $25, I bought myself.
Exploring more avenues for performance has led to my purchasing and extremely low priced, introductory violin. Hopefully I will be able to glean enough from YouTube and online tutoring to make myself not sound like a wailing cat! I plan to learn more fiddle than violin technique at first, with the logic that entering into college will give me access to string tutors for less than a private one, but to an extent the fiddle can be learned by fooling about and learning my instrument.
I’ve also begun to take my body and fitness more seriously. I’ve always been more fit then the average couch potato, but I recently decided that I wanted more than that. I wanted an actual effort-obvious shape. So I’m gearing down to climb this mountain of “I’d rather sit here and costume than spend an hour on the treadmill” and I’m really seeing results. It has been perplexing, to be sure, working around an already stripped down and highly hippy-esqe diet, but I am working on it. It has been a boon to already have a yen for raw vegetables and health foods like quinoa and smoothies. Being 5’10” has given me a lot of wiggle room with my size, after all, I can carry a great deal more weight then, say, a woman 5’1″. Genetics have given me a naturally tall, broad shouldered and long legged physique with little strenuous upkeep from me… but I feel that, at almost 30, it might be time to see what would happen if I actually worked for it.
I’ve been wanting to work my way up to a feather fan act for a few years now, but I’ve just never been able to gather the funds to go for it. I let the idea brood in the back of my mind, thinking that not being able to buy the props was sign that I just wasn’t ready yet… but lately I’ve begun to wonder about that. Being the proverbial “starving artist” is all very well and good, but how do you advance in your career if you measure your abilities by what’s holding you back? So I took a chance and decided to start a crowd-funding campaign. This will be my first shot at one.
You can check it out at:
I’m about to go and sand down the trim (a truly revolting colostrum yellow) in the room I’ve designated as For Costume and Other Nifty Stuff Making. The walls would be a nice pewter color if not for the eye-searing contrast of the revoltingly bright yellow trim. So sanding it is. Then I will bring all the boxes back in from the practice room (which is lacking a few shelves, but otherwise is almost perfect) and set up for good this time. I’ve decided to leave both the futon and the ridiculously overly-bright industrial grade overhead light in the room. The light, which was ridiculous for the bedroom this room was originally designed as, is wonderful for the craftsman. As most everyone out there who sews knows, dim lighting is a serious issue. I’ll then hang a curtain on the wall behind the futon and soon I will be able to film videos for both my Youtube channel and for this website. 2015: the year of new Foxy Frontiers.
If you’re ever curious that you might have seen Silver Kitsune somewhere out and about (and were just blue-flashy-thingied into forgetting her name), check out the “Foxy Sightings” page!
This page is designed to document each festival or convention at which Silver Kitsune has appeared!