Tag Archives: travel

Frolicon 2017

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.

Advertisements

Frolicon 2015

This weekend was A-FREAKING-MAZING.

I could end the post right here and now and feel perfectly confident that I had updated you to the utmost extent.

Frolic has always been my favorite con. Dragon is by far larger and more of a “big deal” but this con has always been near and dear to my heart. Every year is more fulfilling than the last both as a performer and a professional. This year I was in one show (Thursday night with the wonder-fabulous Secret City Burlesque) where I performed the perfected version of my Dragon act. An act I’ll now be making “live” on the site for booking purposes. I was on one panel (Modeling 102 with Amelia Bareheart and Lady Julie), was a subject model for another (Modeling 201) and then finally was a model for a photo meet up (Modeling 400). I love sitting on panels and this is my first one since Dragoncon 2011. I always find myself surprised by how much I actually know!

And then last, but certainly not least, I competed for the title of “Bartender of the Year” at the House Renatius room party “Four Bartenders of the Apocalypse.” Now that… that was the party that retro 80s movies are made of. We had a Whore of Babylon, angels, demons, priests, some random hobo with an “end is nigh” sign and so much more. I had my two loves working as my “shots girls” both of them muscled men in kilts and a healthy splash of blue paint to mimic woad. My very own Celtic warriors! My fellow Horsemen -Death, Famine, Pestilence- really pulled out all the stops and worked their tails off as well, I only wish I’d gotten to try their drinks as well, but… well, we four put out over 2,000 drinks in two hours. I was having so much fun I forgot it was a competition until they pulled the boxes to tally the coins!

I won! A huge, red and crystal crown and a trophy that I ended up doing a shot out of (I still have no idea what booze they poured me…). I was caught *completely* by surprise, after all, I had designed very simple drinks with nothing more complex than simple syrups I’d made and brought with me from home.

I carried the crown around with me the next day, sans make up, comfy clothes, not a single f*ck to be given. All hail War.

I am one seriously gleeful, fulfilled, satisfied and exhausted fox.

Mongolian Archery: the inspiration

The past few months have seen me and mine engaged in a long-distance viewing of Marco Polo on Netflix as a group. It’s an immensely beautiful show with some seriously good plot points and just amazing acting, scenery/set design and costuming (oh, the costuming!). So when my live in sweetie suggested going to a Mongolian Archery workshop as a Valentine’s Day present, I of course jumped at the chance. I’d done archery of the strictly recurve, European kind as a kid, but this was to be something completely different.  I love workshops like this and this one in particular fit my rhythms very well: Up at 8, breakfast at the hotel, on The Farm for meditation, then shooting, then tea time, then more shooting, then lunch, then lecture, then shooting, tea time, shooting and dinner followed by another lecture, then retreating back to Jaap‘s (of Yumi Bows) beautiful house for beer and talking about archery, Chinese history, philosophy, tulip cultivation and just about everything else.

I was sad to leave but I am filled with an idea for an act, sprung fully formed into my mind while I was helping pull arrows out of the 26m targets, that will hopefully incorporate and share the beauty and skill I found this weekend in the middle of a pinewood forest, listening to the soft twang of a bowstring and feeling the joy as an arrow flew truly to its target.

Valentine’s Weekend 2015

Once again to the frozen North! This time, at least, it did produce my much missed snow. After a highly entertaining Thursday spent watching a live art performance (they turned a girl into a candelabra while wearing white clothes and being handed bowls of liquid wax by a man dressed as a fish monster a la The Creature From the Black Lagoon) and a drag show, then Friday down to my new favorite place, Richmond, VA, to vend my Foxy Fancies at a show by Blacklist Burlesque (and getting to pal around with the brilliantly talented ladies and gentleman that graced the stage there) and finally Sunday included a lovely visit with Tiger of Tiger Torre Art as she vended at Dark Odyssey’s Winter Fire in uptown DC.

It was nice to snuggle down in my cozy Northern Home for a week, but with the schedules for the next month being so insane and then the Epicness of April, I likely won’t be able to wander back that way until May.