Well...shit...another weekend over in two shakes of a lamb's tail!
The week begins and its back to the place of too many Chiefs and not enough Indians. Happy Joy...
My Burlesque class on Friday evening was a fabulous experience. It was just...lovely. A fantastic end to a trying week. Walking in was rather nerve racking. It was held on the 2nd floor of a modern but old school ritzy casino...I felt a few sets of eyes upon me as I descended the staircase in my rock and roll garb of leopard print jeans, homemade ACDC vest and black leather jacket! I was even more uneasy when I saw an absolutely stunning black lady with endless legs and her curvaceous friend waiting outside, but at least glad of someone to walk into class with! Inside we were greeting by the voluptuous and utterly fabulous Ruby. She immediately put me at ease, despite my having forgotten my high heels! Her CV is truly impressive...she is a Burlesque performer, founder of Ruby's Emporium on the web and a businesswoman who travels the world (but never has to carry her own luggage thanx to her feminine wiles!)
She's also down to earth and great fun...over the course of the class we learned -
Two walks - The Femme Fatale and The Coquette
(I gravitate towards the femme fatale strut naturally, the Monroe-esque coquette is going to take more practice!)
How to move our hands gracefully (movements come from the wrist) and what to do with our feet (a basic salsa box step or Charleston movements work best)
The different ways to wiggle those hips!
Followed by the secrets of a successful shimmy, leading to the knowledge of how to twirl them tassels....
How to put together a home routine using a chair as a prop...along with the techniques of sexy and safe striptease!
I've definitely got the Burlesque bug following that little lot! I've been praticising my femme fatale walk at home, my steps and movements and even had a bit of a twirl around in my new swimsuit for Blokie! Of which he was extremely appreciative :-D
There's hopefully going to be a monthly class following on...if not, I'm going look for an Oriental dance/bellydancing class. I've wanted to take part in dance classes for upwards of a decade...at the tender age of 31 I'm finally making a start! I've always loved dancing, but got picked on terribly for my dancing efforts at the local disco aged 14. I used to make the mistake of following the words and not the beat, to disasterous results! It kind of haunted me, but when I started going out to the indie and rock clubs of Cardiff I actually started to get compliments about my dancing and I grew in confidence. If nothing else, it makes a change from the gym.
Burlesque has this image of being "Middle Class Stripping", which I think is undeserved. Historically, it has working class roots...but what most appeals to me is that it involves comedy and a good routine always incorporates a story. I feel that it celebrates the female body, it provides a chance to look and feel great. I've also had an interest in pin up art and 50s Americana for a long while...the 50s and 70s are my two favourite decades for style (musically it's anything from the 1940s to the present day) I definitely feel that there's a line between sensuality and sleaziness...current trends seem to be for aping 80s Glam days where sexism was rife and it was cool to be a bimbo. Though I love some of the bands of those days, I find myself having to separate the music from the 'personalities' behind it...Motley Crue are a great point to cite. I recently watched a DVD with Blokie and one of our friends. I found myself loving the music but having to leave the room whenever one of the band spoke
(Sample dialogue...interviewer to Vince Neil
"What is the great mystery of women?"
Vince Neil to Interviewer
"The phantom fish in the gusset?")
There is an abundance of beautiful women in the circles I move in and the places I go to in Nottingham...one particular night, Wildside, employs platform dancers. I know one or two of them to speak to, they're gorgeous and great girls. Not bitchy, definitely not stupid and very down to earth. I've never wanted that for myself though...I've always wanted to call the tune they all dance to. I really enjoyed my DJ-ing stint at Trashstock last week. It wasn't perfect but for a first try I think I did well. I've got the enthusiasm and rock n roll knowledge in spades! Like drummers or those who play electric double bass, you see far too few girl DJs... I confess, now I am older there is something about competing with the boys that really appeals to me! At last I have come to the conclusion I don't need to go out and get drunk or take drugs just to feel comfortable in my own skin. I wish I'd know this years ago, back when I thought simply bagging a man at the end of the night made me attractive!
The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully enough...we're in the process of enhancing our L'il Rock n Roll Palace by decorating the kitchen in 50s diner style. We've been blaring out the tunes to help us along, and have taken a shine to The Dictators, a New York band who existed around the time of The Ramones. My favourite band right now though is The Cramps...Beats From Badsville hasn't been off the little stereo in our room :-D
I've begun to work out a routine to Supergoo involving a 50s bathing suit and a hula hoop...good clean fun!
I visited a Weight Watchers class on Saturday morning and had gained 2lbs...I know why though. I'd had a funny week emotions wise and couldn't stop comfort eating. I fell off plan completely, ate so much junk and felt physically unwell a couple of days. Just made me think, is the junk food worth it? I've been better this weekend and am determined not to let the b*stards get me down any longer! I'd planned an hour in the gym after work, but will have to settle for 30 mins at lunch now as my travel card has gone belly up and I have to go to town after work to sort it.
Like Tyla once said
"How come it never rains, it only pours..."
I'm determined this week is gonna be a good one...Look Out World: Cherry Bomb's Explodin!
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