Sometimes I wonder what it is that makes anyone, male or female want to take their clothes off in front of others. I’ve given it some thought, but no way in hell would I do it. Now, if I were ten years younger and had a rockin’ body…? Well… Uh, No! At least I don’t think so.
In a way, I wish I could be so bold but I never was or have been. Heck! I wanted to try out for cheerleader in high school but when it came to my turn, I looked out at the crowd and high tailed it out of there. I never regretted anything more in my life. Now if you asked me to rock climb or slide down a mountain on ice with only an ice ax to break my fall, well that’s different and I’ve done that. I ran a half marathos and won a cycling race in my age category, I’ve done a century ride (100 miles in a day), climbed mountain peaks… well, you’ve read my stories. Oh, and I’m scheduled to go sky diving soon, weather permitting, but that’s different.
I’m sure there’s a psychological explanation for that.
Queen Bee’s is a small theater in the North Park area, in San Diego. I went to a Burlesque show and last night I witnessed the most tremendous array of bodies in all sizes, shapes, ages and… ethnicity do just that. They were simply amazing. I was in fact impressed and jealous that these women had the guts to do what they did and they did so with gusto and grace.
Backstory: This was my second time attending and I was sooooo reluctant to go the first time and found so many excuses not to attend again from there on. Truly.
I – DID – NOT – WANT – TO – GO!!!
But, my sister, who is in the show, insisted. My hub, said “No way, I don’t want to see your sister naked! You go, if you want to!”
I didn’t “want to” but, when Sherene said, “I don’t have anyone in my family I can share this with, except Brian…” Brian, her husband goes to all of her shows. Well, once her son J.C. went, but not to see her, but because a friend of his was in the show and invited him. Otherwise, oooh, ick no way!
For my across the globe, across the country, conservative friends, hang on. <Big Smile>
I totally get it.
I also get and would so much like to have someone I could share my screenwriting with, someone that actually gets it and won’t get all hot and bothered when I kill someone off or get upset that a sympathetic character dies or heaven forbid has sex, or whatever. My writer sister didn’t want anyone to die, have sex or use “swear” words, she writes for children so her mind thinks only “G” material and not of the string variety. I let her read my work once and she “G’d’ it immediately. What? I’m supposed to use marshmallow guns? No one dies? I explained to her that it’s called an “inciting incident” and a necessary “evil” is a must. No, no she cried. That’s not you! That was the end of that.
Even though, Sherene can’t reciprocate, I do understand the importance of family support.
So, off I go…
I pick Brian up, because he’d had hip surgery and couldn’t drive, but we’re early, so we grab a bite to eat in an old timey diner next to the theater. Yummy onion rings.
We wait in line for the doors to open and once in, I get a gin and tonic and sit in my seat facing forward wondering what in the hell I’m doing there. I text my husband and ask him “it’s party time, except for me. I feel like such a stick in the mud! When did I get so old?”, I ask. He responds, “Sorry, Me too.” I turn to Brian.
Brian is busy talking to some lady across the aisle from him and it’s loud and I am so unconnected. A bunch of rowdy women seated behind me catch my eye and ask me if I had someone in the show.
“My sister”, I replied.
“Our Zumba instructor”, they said. They’d never been and were giggling like school girls. We made friends and suddenly I find myself forced into having a good time.
The Emcee (is that what she’s called?) is a voluptuous redhead with ivory skin in a black corset and silver pointy nails. She never strips.
She announces that these girls have been working very hard and are pretty much all beginners and her expectations of the audience was for tear down the wall cheers and clapping. She said the audience were all invitees, family and friends of the performers with the exception (she jokingly says) of possibly a “perv” or two in the mix who might have snuck in. “You know who you are”. Everyone of course laughs. It was then, I realize she is right. These were all family and friends of those who would be performing. A non hostile crowd. Hmmmm
This is not the strip joint type crowd. It was a small but humble theater. There are two young men sitting in front of me, perhaps in their mid thirties. One had a green Mohawk, but he was well dressed and clean cut looking otherwise. Green though? he was a looker too, quite handsome. The other young man seemed to be more conservative and equally good looking. A young lady sits between them, but it appears they are all together. The crowd was mostly well dressed people and some more so, like they were attending a gala. There were young (over twenty one because everyone was carded) and old alike. All were quite friendly. In fact, I gathered many were of the artsy types, so why am I being a snob? I got over it.
When the show began, it started with two solo routines with rather large women. The women came in all sizes (boobs and bodies), ages (my sister is in her 60’s) and what surprised me, varied ethnicity. I was slightly embarrassed for them (?), not sure, but they were fantastic. There were routines with and without clothes, like hip hop, one with bare minimum, which was a shocker and a ballet spoof at the end. There were young ladies who were extremely fit and more experienced and poised and then there were the moms. With bodies like any one of us. They obviously had to be fit to do the routines they did, splits, twirls and kicks plus dance but they jiggled in the usual places they might not have when they were young, yet fit.
One especially large gal, strutted her stuff and made sexy moves like she was flirting with her man and him alone. She went through the whole song, fully dressed and put out more sexuality than most women would scantily dressed. She smiled and flirted and shook her booty, until the very last. And then, in the last few seconds, she took it off to briefly show her stuff and the crowd roared!!! I laughed so hard and cheered …………….. Way to go girl!!!
They jiggled and they jogged and gave it their all. Throughout, I watched the conservative young man in front of me, who never yelled but would nod his approval and on occasion stood up and clapped at the exquisite routines, especially of the big gals. It wasn’t like he knew them but more like he admired them for having the chutzpah to get up there and be proud.
My brother in law Brian, leans into me and said it’s “woman empowerment”.
Yes, I could see that. It wasn’t about showing off your body so much as, this is my body and I’m okay with it!
Pictures were not allowed of the performances, but we did get a group with their teachers. The man in the middle, teaches hip hop and his wife the rest.
I still can’t figure how they get those “things” to jiggle like they do?
Do they sell that stuff at WalMart?
I’ve had a cold and it sorta shows here. Lookin’ tired. It was way past my bedtime.