I love burlesque. I love the shows, the dancers, the atmosphere. I love the bodies, with firm and jiggly flesh, curves of hidden breast, vaudeville expressions and the whoops from the crowd.
I would go to shows and always think: I can do that. I WANT to do that. I wanted to have the eyes on me, I wanted to be the character, the seductress.
So, a couple of months ago I decided to take myself up on that and give it a try. Continue reading “A Foray into Burlesque (Or, How Quickly Can I Take My Clothes Off?)”