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The Woman on the Stage On burlesque, body image, and wondering what other women see when they look at you. I didn’t feel sexy. Let’s get that out of the way first. I was on my period. I was bloated. I was aching. I was hurting. Sexy was pretty much the last word I would…
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A big, toothy showgirl smile while my jaw clenches,and my throat burns like fire and ice.What you see and what I feel.What I am, and what you want me to be.
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It’s roughly midnight on a Saturday night. Half of us are in our underwear. Sweaty. Disheveled. Clothes are scattered across the floor like an orgy-tornado passed through.My body hasn’t gotten the message that it’s over yet.I’m on fire. Buzzing. Tingling.I can still hear the applause, the laughter, the callbacks.How alive can one person feel?And when…
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