gawd, I love burlesque

Some Saturday nights are just meant to be epic. It's written in the stars or maybe in the sparkly costumes of my favorite burlesque dancers.

It's no secret that I have a serious love of all things burlesque and lucky me...we have a fantastic local burlesque scene. Mr. Man and I went to a show this past weekend with a large posse of new and old friends. We had VIP tables up front and it was GLORIOUS. The performers were sexy and funny, as were our companions. There was much flirtation and a bit of public touchy-feely time afterwards with a new girlfriend while her man watched. Grrrrrrr.

I love sexy shows and new crushes. 

tassel twirling

Fancypants date night is coming up this weekend with Mr. Man and friends and motherfucking BURLESQUE baby!!!! I ez sooo excited!!!!

Did I ever tell you about that time Frances and I were in a random hotel room and I did a tassel dance for her? The boobies were swingin' that weekend for sure. I miss her. But lucky for me, there is a trip to a bucket list city with her and company on the horizon! Bring it.

Peace, love, and pasties!

Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret. Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name.

- Panic At The Disco

two fails

I felt like posting tonight so excuse me while I spew some randomness at you.

I guess you can add "Burlesque School Dropout" to my list of labels. Out of six classes total I went to four of them I think. One miss was out of my control, the other was sheer intimidation. I never quite got over that hump of "just let go and have fun even if you look like a dancing chicken with a gimp leg" thing. I'm disappointed in myself, but also proud for giving it a go. I can make up the missed classes. Will I? I doubt it.

I've come a long way from shy intimidated wallflower to where I am now but I obviously have a long way to go to get to confident carefree Bella. Each new thing I try is a learning experience and lesson in self discovery and growth. This whole topic has been swirling around in my mind for a while now and I'd like to write it out and may do that eventually, whether in this forum or elsewhere we'll see.

On a sidenote, and something new that I will NOT be trying...Girlcrush's husband (I think I talked about them on my old blog, since deleted. Don't worry, you didn't miss much) has been texting me a bit the last few days. A funny picture here, a silly joke there. He flirted, he vented, he asked me out, he asked to fuck. He's tempting as he is quite attractive, witty, smart, funny as hell and we have a good banter. But my head says that this situation is a recipe for bad news and serious drama for various reasons. I'm pulling the responsible swinger card and not going there. I told him so. He pouted. I rolled my eyes.

In order to avoid an abrupt end to this post, I'm putting a quote here. That works right? Peace out.

Don't worry, it only seems kinky the first time. ~Author Unknown

G'night.
xoxo,
Bella

now where is that feather boa?

I mentioned in a prior post that in a moment of insanity I had signed up for a six week burlesque class. Sometimes I have a tendency to start things and not finish them so I wasn't sure how much to post about the class until I was sure I was going to actually go through with it. Well, I've been to three classes so far and there are only six total so I think I'm safely ensconced into the world of beginner hip rolls and shimmies.

However, let me just say that I kind of suck at this burlesque thing. As in, no coordination, no memory of steps after class so I can at least practice, no concept of timing, etc. Horrible I tell you. After the first class I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. I just didn't seem to "get" it. A little slow on the hip roll uptake so to speak. Even setting foot into a dance studio was a huge leap outside of my comfort zone. I played basketball in high school, which takes coordination for sure but I would have probably been better suited for dance if I'd been a cheerleader or one of those flag/baton chicks in band. But I was super proud of myself for showing up at all and vowed that I wouldn't quit, told myself that the first class would be the hardest, blah blah blah. All the shit you say when you're trying to convince yourself that you're not crazy for doing whatever it is.

After three classes I still suck, but I'm having more fun with it, that's for sure. I needed to loosen up, stop thinking so much, have FUN for fuck's sake. I'm getting there although I've refused to show anyone the routine we're working on until I feel more comfortable with it but I think I'll be at that point soon. Maybe. Don't hold your breath. Perhaps.

The routine is to "Whatever Lola Wants" which is a song I've always loved. It stays in my head for hours after class.



I'm not sure if I'll continue into the advanced classes or not. But I'm so glad I'm doing this and in my quest to check things off my bucket list and experience and try new things, this is a biggie. Now I'm off to practice my glove peels.

Goodnight.

xoxo,
Bella

dinner with bloggers, vegas and burlesque...via bullets

Ok, just to catch you up a bit on stuff 'n things...

• I had dinner with 13 Messages and Hubman a week or so ago. I never thought when I started this particular blog that I would have the chance to hang out with other bloggers face to face, in real life, mano y mano, or something like that. I showed Hubman some of that southern hospitality and chaffeured him to and from his hotel and the restaurant where we met up with 13. If anyone at a nearby table was listening in, they got an earful of sexy conversation about open marriage, swinging and the like. Lucky eavesdroppers! It was a great time in the company of two sweet and sexy gentlemen.  

• Our Vegas trip with C-Man and M is in two weeks!!!! I am so excited I can hardly stand it!!! It will be a whirlwind trip due to babysitter issues on our end but we will make the best of our very limited time there and I know that its gonna be a blast! I've never been to Vegas but its about to get checked off my bucket list. And the fact that I get to go with Mr. Man AND meet up with C-Man and M there in a swanky hotel AND have wild crazy hot sexy time, well now, that's just biscuits and gravy right there! I cannot fucking wait!!!! Can you tell??? You know those valley girls who say "OHMAHGAWD, OHMAHGAWD, OHMAHGAWD" a lot? That's me right now thinking about this trip.

• I have no idea what came over me but I have signed up for six weeks of burlesque classes. They start in just over a week. What.The.Hell. A friend happened to mention being interested in going and in a moment of temporary yet all encompassing insanity, I agreed to go with her. After the deed was done and the class registered and paid for, I thought about one of my favorite bloggers, Babe Lincoln and her foray into the world of burlesque. Would it be weird to say that I wish she could go with me to that first class? I need moral support and my friend who got me into this in the first place is as clueless as I am. I'm trying to embrace things outside my normal comfort zone and this definitely qualifies. I've never taken a dance class in my life and I have no rhythm unless I'm drunk off my ass, and then I only THINK I do. But it will be fun I hope and intimidating I'm sure. Hilarity is sure to ensue. Or a broken leg.

Have a great night!
xoxo,
Bella