So, a few years ago, on a Friday after a day at work that had been terribly, terribly annoying and disappointing, Matt and I made our way to the Belcourt to go see the Music City Burlesque perform in their annual Spring Break or Bust Show (get it?).
I fell in love immediately. It felt like the closest women could ever get to doing drag. It was silly, and sexy and campy, and I loved it. Who wouldn't? I mean, really?
At the show, they had flyers about a site they were launching that contained info on classes, workshops, and so on and so on. I committed the URL to memory and checked in from time to time.
The class I wanted to take never fell on a day that worked for me. Once, my sister was in town and I suggested we go together. She wasn't feeling it. Oh well.
So today, the stars and planets aligned, and I took the class.
It was a two hour workshop on...
Tassel Twirling.
The instructor, who I had loved onstage because her body looked more like mine than say, Heidi Klum's, taught us how to make our own pasties and tassels, how to apply them - how to cheat them to make your breasts look bigger, perkier, more centered... and then we got down to putting them on and grooving.
I wasn't the worst in the class, I wasn't the best. I saw eight other pairs of breasts, up close and personal. Some were big, some smaller, but none of us were "perfect". And it was great.
I had fun, I had a good workout, and now I'm going to take some more classes.
It's never bad to have a few extra skills, right?
And although I have a photo of me with my instructor... in our pasties...
I'll share this one instead:
Keep bouncing.
ae
I fell in love immediately. It felt like the closest women could ever get to doing drag. It was silly, and sexy and campy, and I loved it. Who wouldn't? I mean, really?
At the show, they had flyers about a site they were launching that contained info on classes, workshops, and so on and so on. I committed the URL to memory and checked in from time to time.
The class I wanted to take never fell on a day that worked for me. Once, my sister was in town and I suggested we go together. She wasn't feeling it. Oh well.
So today, the stars and planets aligned, and I took the class.
It was a two hour workshop on...
Tassel Twirling.
The instructor, who I had loved onstage because her body looked more like mine than say, Heidi Klum's, taught us how to make our own pasties and tassels, how to apply them - how to cheat them to make your breasts look bigger, perkier, more centered... and then we got down to putting them on and grooving.
I wasn't the worst in the class, I wasn't the best. I saw eight other pairs of breasts, up close and personal. Some were big, some smaller, but none of us were "perfect". And it was great.
I had fun, I had a good workout, and now I'm going to take some more classes.
It's never bad to have a few extra skills, right?
And although I have a photo of me with my instructor... in our pasties...
I'll share this one instead:
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| I actually need bigger tassels. Which means I'm heading to JoAnn's or Hobby Lobby SOON. |
Keep bouncing.
ae
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