missgingerlee:

I mean I’m there, dancing around, ‘teasing’ people by being half naked….how can I possibly be offended when a person that I’ve told not to touch me again tries just one more time? Who do I think I am? What kind of horrible bitch am I? I mean, I’m totally asking for it, I am a stripper. The fact…

Items I need for my NudesAPoppin show entry:

Saloon Gal Costume
-corset
-petticoat
-shelf bra
-panties
-thigh-highs
-shoes
-jewelry

Fans
-black lace
-balsa wood
-staples
-fabric glue

Swinging Doors
-wood
-tools one uses when one wishes to do sh*t to wood (look, my roadie is putting this sh*t together, i just buy it and learn how to work with it)
-metal bits
-acrobatic sling
-paint

Giant Cocktail Glass
-concave, transparent object that I can sit in
-something to put above object in to make it look like a martini glass (again, building sh*t is not my forte.)

Intro—Hotter Than A Two Dollar Pistol
Acro—Miss Maybelle
Fan Show—Jack Daniels Old Number 7
Finale—Honky Tonk Woman

Remind me to book a hotel room for the weekend and put at least $100 on a gas card.

Survival Kit
-Three 4-Packs of Red Bull Cola
-Snacks
-Baby Wipes
-BC Powder
-No-Doz
-Pepto-Bismol
-Body spray
-Baby Powder
-Dawn Dish Soap (for oil wrestling)
-Chalk (for pole climbing)
-Party Supplies (booze, mixer, etc.)
-Waterproof Makeup/Hair Product
-Can of Sally Hansen’s Airbrush Legs

So, yeah, I’m making costumes and building props and practicing my show and running around from store to store to buy strange and obscure sh*t and getting sneered at in fabric stores and working extra hours to pay for all this stuff and being on a ridiculous diet and exercising obsessively…………BOOOOOOOOOOO.

birdsandbears:

http://www.hanneblank.com/blog/2011/06/23/real-women/

Excuse me while I throw this down, I’m old and cranky and tired of hearing the idiocy repeated by people who ought to know better.

Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.

Real women have curves, and not….

So today is the last lazy day I will have until after August.

Ick.

It feels so good to be back in Kentucky, and not on a Greyhound bus.

Now to start getting ready for NudesAPoppin, one of the biggest competitions of the year!

How do you suck? Let me count the ways. I came here with the best of intentions and hopes, and left with less than $300 and a resolve to never, ever, ever fucking EVER come back here again.

The club I was at treated its house girls like they were disposable and had a severe objection to paying them for their dances, expecting them to live strictly on tips. The staff was rude, cold, and two-faced. The building was very posh and well-decorated, but I’d rather get rich in a shithouse than go broke in a penthouse any day. They charged a $20 cover for its customers, and with that $20 they got a coupon for a free couch dance. F-R-E-E. I ask you all, who here wants to WORK for free? No matter how much one enjoys her job, legitimate work should = legitimate payment. Always.

The last straw was when I witnessed one of this club’s house dancers get touched in an unwanted and VERY inappropriate way. Let’s just say some little 21-year-old dumbass tried to insert a dollar bill into a very delicate area. When she hollered at him to cut it out, the manager yelled at her. Not HIM……but HER. Normally I keep my mouth shut when I’m out of town about clubs’ poor treatment of house dancers, but this was too fucking much. When I stood up for the girl’s actions, she turned on me too, saying that I had a “bad attitude.” Apparently, in Harrisburg, a “bad attitude” constitutes things like wanting to know that you’re safe at work, and wanting to be paid for your time.

Wanna hear something amusing? The people who run these bars claim to be Christians, and cram their religion down the house-girls throats on a regular basis. They have mandatory Sunday meetings where the owners’ pastor comes to preach—IN THE CLUB. The DJ reads the Bible while he’s spinning my shows (which would explain why he never, ever, ever got my music right.)  

Most of the regular bars and restaurants in town were filled with stuck-up locals who stared at me as if I’d landed from Mars when I walked through the door. I did find one nice little dive called the Pep Grill. If you’re ever stuck in Harrisburg, I definitely suggest frequenting it. The drinks are very affordable and extremely strong. The food, especially the gyros, is excellent. The bartender, Bobby, is friendly and genuine, and so are most of the people who hang out there. My only objection to the place was their affinity for Fox News. I’d rather take it up the ass with the business end of a broken beer bottle than watch Faux News.

Anyway, I’m headed to Boston, Massachusetts later today and I will be so very, very glad to bid this city good riddance and adieu.

Hi…my name is Lillith Sinn. I’m a traveling feature entertainer, burlesque artist, pin-up model, and aspiring actress.

I live in a little hippie neighborhood in Louisville, Kentucky. It’s a really nice place. My world is a little crazy, but it’s usually pretty cool.

This blog is basically a collection of ramblings done by a dive bar diva—namely me. Sometimes it’s going to be trashy, sometimes it’s going to be loud and opinionated. Sometimes it’s going to be hilarious, and sometimes it’s going to be humiliating.

But anyway, I’m packing for a Greyhound trip to Pennsylvania. I’ll tell you all about it when I get near a computer again.

Till then, party like it’s last call on Judgment Day and don’t be afraid to bite the apples….
xoxoxo Lillith Sinn