the naybe savant rainman kid is here chatting with my dad. he is obsessed with the cat and just let himself in to see him. fuck do they ever talk about the lawn forever. they are also wearing the same glasses. waiting for my brother to arrive. dad just brought the cat out he’s not happy ahahaha. this kid is rich as fuck cos he does everyone’s lawn on the street. i love suburban random drop-ins. ok rocky is happy now. giving my brother and dad and linda their matching I’M IN MIAMI BITCH shirts.
and this would be when my mom left the car keys just sitting there. we walked halfway cross the compound and then she realized it. i sprinted back, still there! lucky!
a girlfriend of curly got a bit jealous after this was taken. he jumped in there. i tried to reason with her but some chicks are just psycho jealous and threatened. lame.
my mom is gay for these shoes. i think she thinks she’s roman royalty. she certainly has the feet for ‘em. did i say she bought the same steve madden wedges as me too?
i am down with the drag queens, they know a diva on their team when they see one. didn’t stop her from putting me in my place though when i tried to turn my chair around. love it. i’m a good wing girl.
i love those shorts. i want more like them. aa has some nice highwaisters but so expensive. maybe UO is having a sale now or i’ll go ransack the clearance section.
this woman stopped me in the restroom and commented on my dance shoes, asked when i was going up. i blushed. also couldn’t believe my mom was my mom. ex model. gorgeous knows gorgeous.
i’m trying to thunder steal by doing nothing. no matter it’s a gay bar (palace bar) anyway but you must go, when the show was over the shirts came off and everyone was just drinking and mingling and dancing. good spot fyi.
by this point i just gave in to my mom’s bullshit and kept posing no matter what i was wearing lord knows she blasts them all up regardless of what YOU want. meanwhile a tiny balcony of bros were watching.
was so hot in there. i loved it though i’m still on miami time i want it to be muggy forever. everyone here is complaining. shut the hell up and be happy god knows hearing your complaints about winter for 7 months is just as fun.
my colleague took these. i am knight lancelotting anti-feminist backlash comments from half of “the people” it’s a shame. we had a gas when it was all over and i put my mobile tickle trunk outfits on some girls, they loved it and instantly morphed into the little vixens they are, all it takes is a little nudge. i said that i heard a rumour they wanted to wear some of my outfits and one goes YEAH! i was so lying and she bought it, i died of glee. it’s so healthy to have a laidback relationship with sexuality and flirtation. you know that the human man is the only mammal where it is a necessary requirement for arousal, that’s why women have breasts. when people stifle their urges and who they are, their wants and needs and can’t let loose once in awhile and hit a bawdy show, you don’t have to chastise those who do and then criticize the ever loving hell out of it. i say, good for her. always. when i saw a not so slim girl dancing once on the bar at the painted lady last summer, this man made a derrogitory remark about her. i instantly plucked five bucks out of his wallet slipped it to in her fishnet garter, spanked her bum and said good on ya girl. she danced for a very long time. the guy’s stupid face was frozen. not looking forward to another decade of toronto in the dark conservative ages i tell ya. like i said, i just came back from miami and i am comfortable with butts, sorry that you aren’t. it’s sad when your own friends turn on you. can’t rejoice and be happy, have to slag and insult you. sad on them not me. my head is held high.
yikes. paddy and teacher insisted on these bottoms. i wanted to match my victoria secret set. they thought the thong was too lewd. next time i will not take their advice. i’ll wear a full body fishnet crotchless suit out of spite.
I was trying to think of a comment to leave but it’s all just so dumb. A small group of wallflowers leaving their pretentious marks of some wall. I don’t even get what they’re talking about half the time.
I know it feels almost impossible to do but you have to take that shit in stride. Stay constructive and keep making stuff. It was nice to see you build something and rehearse it and execute it. Not many people do that.
Man, don’t even look at the comments. It drives me nuts when I do it with the stuff I’ve made.
Keep working at what you love. Being constructive is way more impressive than being a commentator.
the stage as bigger than expected. gratefully so. when paddy did her drowning i was worried she go off to the side the whole time. drown secretly between my legs and i’ll pretend not to notice. thank you drama class.
and one of my besties courtney. for some reason the computer has-autosaved her twitter url in my typing field and i have to delete it every time i tweet. what the hell did we do whilst drunk facebooking friday night??? i still have adventurehouse party pics to blog (from that night). more vacation ones too and another bender with jbeth soread. gaaaaaaaawd.
we dance stripped one another. i kind of dance saved her life too like michael jackson beats you up with dance moves and how dance moves cancel out beef. the song if ive minutes long. we covered a lot of territory.
and a move andrew taught me this morning from TMR i incorporated in to our surfing choreogrpahy, you make a big swoop circle with each leg while lunging on the other. tubular!
being a director isn’t for the faint of heart or the wallflower. i was stalin as possible and eventually gave in and stopped trying to control it all as time was uber limited.
then i just lose all sense of reality when my lifeguard armour is unsheathed. paddy pantsed me after i performed mouth to mouth resuscitation. teacher had a fun time watching us rehearse.
did a bit of zoro here, bullfighter there. i’ll do the running of the bulls hell yeah. i use to think it inhumane, still is, but you can’t knock tradition nor fight it. all i’d have to do is copy a chase scene from indian jones open stall market, jump off a tomato cart fling on to a wooden post hanging off a flinstones cave wall, twirl around several 360 degree rotations and up and at em onto the roof of an army truck. don’t think i couldn’t.
mom and lois had to eat gutter pizza cos someone had a piss poor fighting the good war of no outside food law attitude and they are still on a south beach diva high. i snapped at my mother and the dude that i didn’t need this from either of them. a bartender told them it would be ok to leave and then come back with food but then while gone their kitchen opened. amateur hour. this brute was a fucking asshole yes and thankfully mysteriously disappeared shortly thereafter. do you know whose mother you’re railing on kid? i said to him gesturing pissed off as hell, i am BRINGING people in here to eat your food. one hand washes the other. he got a speaking to mom. the point was, how he talked to them you would be livid if anyone spoke to your mother that way. very abusive and rude, talking down to two fifty year olds, disrespectful shithead. when i have bad service it does not get swept under the rug. egotistical servers have no place in this world, we aren’t france you douchebags. smarten up.
got girls into my traveling tickle trunk once the show was over. was easy. all girls want to be polka dotted disney creatures of tempt. big ups to paddy for bringing it. can’t wait for the next gig. thank you everyone who came! so pleased for hate and heartbreak‘s launch, thanks for the hello kitty pez dispenser!
it was so sweaty i was terrifed for a wardrobe malfunction. could not find double sided bewb tape so we made do. i didn’t take my bra off just in case. ha see my stage mom. and on the other side my autn was filming. there will be so much footage from this night. happy girl!
Popular (and frequently topless) local blogger steps out from behind the keyboard to perform live burlesque tonight, as part of an ongoing strategy to push her sexed-up persona further into the public realm.
BY: KATE CARRAWAY
basically anything that a vain girl would want to do.
now picture this showered diva hair, jewels and more choreography. have to decide which version of cosmic love i want to do. paddy is doing a solo to i’ll be your man by the black keys. i’m about to see her do it for me now! tonight is going to be so fun. so raunchy. raymi von minxette. keep checking the grid for a write up about the event. there’ll be prizes. it’s going to be a warhol happening. eccentric freaks, i call you out. i summon thee. listen to your druid disney princess. omg pumped. rsvp line. each dance on the half hour. 6-9pm THE GRINDHOUSE 365 King Street West.
