Standing out on a limb…..

Feeling a little intimidated and nervous…..which can only mean that I’m doing this right.

As many of you may know, the delightful Red Velvet and I have been booked for our own monthly show, DIVA or Die Burlesque at the EXIT Theater. This is exciting on so many levels! We sold out both of our shows in May and all of our dancers seriously kicked some major glitter.

I’m also giddy with the fact that 1) Since this is half my show, I can pretty much do all the weird/random things I’ve always wanted to do and 2) Since this is in a theater, we’re also drawing a different crowd. There’s a bar in the back of the Cafe, so the booze floweth, but everyone is seated and giving us their rapt and wide-eyed attention. And, when you have a crowd that is maybe 50% theater-goers, you’re a little more free to be…..theatrical. And while I myself obviously adore and participate in more of the standard burlesque happening in San Francisco, I’m finding myself a little tired of the pose-strip-pose format.

Disclaimer: Notice how I didn’t use the words “good” or “bad”? I’m not saying any of these are better or worse than the other, this is merely what I want to see as a burlesque audience member. So, I won’t tolerate any belly-achin’.

There are MANY incredible and inspiring dancers in this city. But, from what I’ve seen, there’s also a lot of dancers that seem to have gotten…..comfortable. And maybe it’s not “comfortable” I’m seeing, maybe it’s a difference of style. I’m sincerely not trying to be a critical bitch but I just want to see more burlesque that truly excites me! I want to push that envelope right down all of your throats!

This is really the next step in me challenging myself as a performer. I know how to get applause, that’s easy. I don’t want “easy”. I don’t feel I can be proud to say that I’m a performer if I never push myself to things that are different, new and a little bit scary.

Lil’ J and I Halloweening it up. Damn, kinda missing the red hair….
Photo by Green La Fleur

And, I’m not talking crazy performance art stuff. My roots are in traditional burlesque and I love it with all my sparkly soul, but I’m also inspired by oodles of other weird/sexy/silly/psychotic. And that’s what makes Whendy who she is.

I am the monster hiding under Red Velvets’ bed. And after some rough-housing and bitch-slapping we make friends and spoon.

If you’ve seen me perform more than once, you will know that my style is all over the damn place. I can be classical, punk rock, silly, glam, morbid, etc. And, if I’m doing a duet with Red Velvet, then there’s probably some fighting and strangling going on. I’ve always been fascinated with the morbid and macabre, ever since my father (RIP) took me to see Phantom of the Opera when I was 7. I was completely transfixed. I think it was also one of the first things that influenced me to be a theater tech. Give me a dark, dusty theater any day. The one thing I couldn’t understand was why Christine Daae went with boring old Square Raoul and not the incredibly talented ex-side show freak Phantom? WTF? Yeah, so he was deformed and a little crazy….that’s practically a metaphor for every man I’ve ever dated. Anyway, I digress…..

One of the new acts I’m putting together for DIVA or Die on July 20th is one that’s been cooking in my nefarious little brain for years. And I’m fully expecting a quiet audience. I’m expecting that *crickets* sound effect when I’m done. I want the looks on their faces to say, “Holy Shit.”

I’ll give you a hint, the song is “Missed Me” by the Dresden Dolls. It is by turn unhinged, loving, sexy, crazed, tender and psychotic. There may be a bit of Bump and Grind in there, but there will be more…..Shred and Scream. More acting, and a bit more focus on dancing than I usually do. And….well, it’s easy to get applause for a strip tease, we all know that. But hootin’ and hollerin’ does not a good routine make.

Photo by RJ Johnson
“Cat Fight” at DIVA or Die in May

What happens when you can’t lean on the crutch of applause?

Whenever I’ve seen burlesque that has lit a fire under my ass, the nudity was secondary. Sure, it was sexual and titillating, but what the dancer was putting out was more than T&A. There are ACRES of dancers in this city that have achieved this.

The telling of a story in the most personal and vulnerable way. That’s the beauty of what we do.

I’m not changing my whole style or anything, I’m just feeling free to do things that I never thought would go over well being performed in a bar. For example, the other act I’m putting together for July is to a Beastie Boys song and is going to be funky/silly/sexy.

I had to ask myself: If, hypothetically, I have a new audience every month that are not regular burlesque-goers, and the audience isn’t made up of 60% my friends, what is the response I want andwhat would I want them to take away as their Burlesque Experience?

And I guess these two routines I’m putting together sum up exactly that: touching, unnerving, sexy, funny, brave, clever, emotional, sensual, and raw. I hope I can always bring something to the table that is worthy of the meal.

I hope you can always find challenges and passion in your endeavors, poppets 🙂



Want to come see me step off the deep end? Want to come see Red Velvet, Odessa Lil, Laura Borealis, Tasty Temptress and a few other ladies on July 20th? Well, get your tickets early ‘cuz this shit sells out fast!

PRIDEful Bitch

The World of the Heterosexual-Link to some John Waters goodness….

PRIDE Weekend!!

I have a love/hate relationship with basically ALL events in this city. Bay to Breakers, SantaCon, Folsom Fair, Pride etc. Usually based on my ability to attend and how much I need MUNI that day. Yes, I am a brat like that.

But, this year I’m a little more excited about Pride. Why? All because of something a dear friend told me….

So, like many words, the word “queer” has undergone many mutations and definition-changes. And like many words, (bitch, cunt, fag etc.), it has been used to abuse and dehumanize. I always thought that “Queer” was sort of a generalized term for Homosexual.

Ok, give Whendy a break here guys, I don’t know everything and Political Correctness is often beyond me.

But, I was informed that “Queer” also describes “Heterosexual people that live outside the Heterosexual norm”. Well, that is me to a T. (Let your imaginations run wild, go ahead.) Also, “Queer” can mean “sex-positive” and “Accepting of all orientations”. WOOOOO!

Ok, ok, I know many hate the word “Queer”, and many other words for whatever reason. It has negative connotations or what have you. I get that, I experience the same feelings about other words.

But, know this: There is a hetero lady here that is ECSTATIC to not have to identify herself as “straight”. Because, really, who wants to be straight?

Oops, did I offend a few of you? Well, just as some of you may dislike certain words/terms, I hate having to call myself straight. I feel it identifies me with many things I do NOT want to be linked to: religion, lifestyle, behavior…whatever. But, that’s the amazing thing about words: They have POWER.

And, as humans existing in a seriously effed-up place, we have the incredible responsibility of using that power for GOOD, when others only use it for evil.

So, may I (figuratively) stand up and say,


Have a fantastic PRIDE weekend, cherubs. Spread the Love, Spread the Joy and Spread the PRIDE

and, just for funsies, click the “World of the Heterosexual” link up top for a little John Waters, because I love this clip and I’m just IN LOVE with that man



Whendy Self-Defense 101

Another deep post from Whendy, this week is just bringing it out…..

Today, through Facebook, I learned that a friend of a friend was brutally raped at 19th and Capp here in San Francisco. They had to stitch her cervix back together. THEY HAD TO STITCH HER CERVIX BACK TOGETHER.

(Ladies and Gents of San Francisco, keep an eye out for two Hispanic men, aged 20-25, one lanky, one chunky. One has scratches on the side of his face from the attack. I wish I had more of a description, I know this isn’t that helpful)

As a victim of sexual abuse, (not that non-victims can’t feel this way), I am so enraged that I’m getting the tingly-temple feelings of an oncoming migraine. I’m not going to go on and on about how disgusting rape is, how totally damaging, and the ramifications of our slut-shaming rape culture. That’ll just make my head hurt more. So, what am I going to talk about?


As a woman in this city, I have been physically assaulted once, the recipient of unwanted touching a MILLION times, and verbally harassed more times than I can fathom. BUT, I have not feared for my safety in years. I have read acres on rape-prevention and taken Self-Defense classes and I recommend ya’ll take heed.

Alright, punks, it’s time for Whendy’s Self-Defense 101!

1.Keep your wits about you. If you’ve seen me walking around this city, especially at night, odds are those headphones I’m “listening” to aren’t pumping out any tunes. It’s my excuse to ignore you, but you can’t sneak up on me. I’ve deflected two “stalkers” by realizing they were behind me, turning on my heel and looking them dead in the eye. And then taking a picture with my phone. Then running like a psycho in the opposite direction. You want some of this? YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO CATCH ME FIRST, DUDE.

1a. Technology has brought us many a fucked up thing. Have you seen that “Girls Near Me” App? HOLY GOD. People, stop fucking checking-in places, seriously. BUT, technology has brought us some awesome shit too. The One-Touch SOS app sends your location to 3 contacts you choose and alerts emergency folks at the touch of one button. It’s available on Droid and I’m sure there’s an Apple equivalent.

A word on stalkers: Try to not always use the same route home, especially if you’re a walker like me. Make your route unpredictable, so some crazy fuck-wit can’t determine exactly where you’re likely to be at 5:15 on a weekday. This also enables you to learn the ‘hood for your enjoyment and know-how.

2. Most attackers DO NOT WANT TO BE CAUGHT, duh! If someone grabs you and tells you “not to scream”, your best chance is to scream like a fucking Banshee. But, always listen to your gut. If someone has a knife to your throat…..look for a different opening. And practice screaming, go ahead! It’s fun and therapeutic! Most of us don’t get the chance to really let loose with those vocal cords, and we’ve all had those dreams where a scream was in order, but you just couldn’t make it come out.

Let’s face it. Even if you scream, there’s a possibility that no one will come to your rescue. People in this day and age are more prone to chicken-shitedness instead of holding other humans accountable. BUT, if something terrible happens, and you screamed the hills down, people in the vicinity can say…”No officer, I didn’t see anything but I DID hear a gut-wrenching scream around 9:30pm.”

3. A Few Effective Ways to Take Down a Bastard

(I’m not saying engage in a fight with an attacker, these are all “Do this and then BOOK IT, baby!”

-Don’t go for the groin. Odds are you may miss and just piss him off more. And there are way better things to do.

-As Dwight Schrute once said, “The eyes are the groin of the face.” Yes, yes they are. I know it sounds intense and wicked gross…BUT GO FOR THE EYES. Poke a finger in, hook it, and yank. Horrifying yes, but I bet you waylaid that motherfucker long enough to bounce.

-A swift kick straight-on to the knee cap or just below the knee HURTS LIKE A BITCH. That, or crunch down on their instep (the top off the foot, above the arch.)

-A punch to the throat is always a good bet.

-If someone grabs you by the wrist, twist in the direction of their thumb. The thumb is the weak-link of the fist, that’s how you break out.

“Wait, you want my money, not my body?”…..

If someone wants your wallet, GIVE IT TO THEM. It ‘aint worth it, yo. You can cancel all your cards, and odds are you’re not rolling around with a bunch of cash. The creepiest part is that they might have your ID with your address on it. Don’t want to think about that? Hey! I have an idea: get a cheap wallet, fill it with random crap, business cards etc. That’s now your new Mugger Wallet! If someone demands your wallet, take it out and throw it down, DO NOT GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO HAND IT TO THEM. Throw it at a 45 degree angle away from you and fuckin’ run like Flo Jo!

A Note on Personal Weapons: Weapons have the capability to be taken away from you and then used on you. Proceed with caution. For home invasion, (or zombies), I have a hockey stick and Wasp Spray. Wasp Spray is stronger than most Pepper Spray AND can reach up to 17 feet. Unfortunately, it doesn’t come in a handy purse size.

I cannot recommend taking Jiu Jitsu or Muay Thai enough. My brother, Brian, is a Feather Weight Jiu Jitsu Champion in Puerto Rico and is always trying to do horrible moves on me. Don’t laugh at the “Feather Weight”! Jiu Jitsu, to me, is the most effective fighting style because it takes minimal strength and force to achieve maximum damage to your opponent. And, your prime position for taking someone out is basically Missionary Position, which makes this AWESOME for rape-prevention. Some guy wedged between your thighs? I can show you how to choke him out with his own shirt.

Watch “Ong Bak: The Tai Warrior” if you really want to get your juices flowing. He does Muay Thai, and all his stunts are real. Ever wanted to elbow someone in the face? Yeah, me too.

There is literally a BUTT-LOAD of all-female Jiu Jitsu and Muay Thai classes in this city, look them up and start kicking ass. I don’t condone needless violence, but I fully support women and men learning to defend themselves the best they can. I haven’t had my safety compromised in YEARS. Why? Because I watch my back, and I have the confidence that I can handle myself in a bad situation. I no longer “look like” a victim.

And, I know the reality. If an attacker was strong enough, or if (god forbid) there was more than one….my chances of escape are slim to none. As women, we live with this reality. (And YES, men get raped as well, I just don’t think that they are trained from childhood that this is something for them to expect).

My darlings, arm yourselves the best that you can. And take care of each other. Keep your damn eyes open, and don’t be afraid to help others. Strangers have come to my rescue, and I have run to the aid of strangers. We NEED to perpetuate that. I don’t think we will ever see the end of rape, but we can make these Sub-Humans think twice before they hurt people.

There is definitely a guy in this city that will remember me as “The Girl that Smashed my Head into A Gate on Langton and Fulsom”. And I would do it again.

Coming out of the glittery closet

It’s Pride Week, my little demons! Which means color, PRIDE, dancing, drinking, celebration and gratuitous use of tu-tus.

I’m straight. Don’t get me wrong, like any responsible scientist I’ve tried. How can you form any sort of hypothesis without experimentation? But, alas my darlings, Whendy is a Cockivore.

Yeah, I totally just said that.

I’m not saying my plight is AT ALL SIMILAR to gay/transgender/transexual/pansexual/queer etc. folks of the day. I completely respect the struggles that are fought through and I mourn the soldiers that give up the fight. I am incredibly lucky to have grown up in a house with gay family members, so this was never taboo. In that arena, my parents are rad. But, as someone who is a Professional Exhibitionist I DO have to come out to people. And not everyone is accepting.

I have just returned from a long weekend in San Diego, witnessing my college roommate get married. I have a love/hate relationship with weddings. For instance, I LOVE me some open bars, but if one more person tries to force me into catching the bouquet I may seek to collapse their trachea.

For many of you who know this Whendy-bird personally, you probably know that my double-life is not something that I share with my parents. And this really seems to bother some people. As if it concerns them at all. One of my older brothers, (of which there are 3), once described me as the “Margot Tenenbaum” of our family. Yes. Secretive and with a love for copious amounts of black eye-liner.


The Hubba Hubba Goth Show, in my Alice Cooper best. Photo by Jenni Anne

It’s not important for me to have my parents support in this way. There’s plenty of things that I value and deeply love that they simply can’t/won’t support. My mother cried when she found out I have tattoos. When I pierced my lip in college, my father sent me a Hallmark card… someone had fucking died. They’re old and old-school, and some things are beyond their understanding and acceptance. When I feel like I can truly be myself and be given their acceptance, then I’ll fill them in on my life…..well, some of it.

I’ve always been in theatre, and I talk about “shows” all the time, they never probe deeper for whatever reason. My relationship with my parents is a work in progress. They’ve become accustomed to my love affair with fake-blood, and will come to see a Primitive Screwheads production on occasion. But they don’t sit in the front row.


Backstage at Brain-Dead Alive, photo by Katie Hellier

Which brings us back around to Bunnie’s wedding. I’ve known her family since I was 18, but we haven’t been in contact for the last 5 years or so. At her wedding, surrounded by strangers and a family whose judgements I didn’t care about I realized this was one of those tremendous moments where I could….*gasp*….be myself!! What a concept…..

Bunnie’s family wanted to know what I’d been up to lately. (Most, if not all, burlesque performers have run into judgmental/close-minded people. Many people make snap-judgments, as is the human condition: I am a Sparkly Naked Lady, therefore I must be promiscuous/lost/sinning/have low self-esteem/low morals/am sexually available/and need to stay the fuck away from their kids. )

I am a bit of a spit-fire, and usually have to struggle to keep myself from verbally bitch-slapping fuck-wits. But whenever I run into one of these intellectual oysters, I’m almost giddy with excitement. I have a chance to be an Ambassador for Sparkly Naked Boys and Girls everywhere!! I have a chance to teach and inform. That is something I feel I have in common with others who need to “come out” about themselves.

Kids, the best thing we can do is be kind, friendly and informative when judged and asked probing questions. The best thing we can do is cause them to question the assumptions they have made.

All of Bunnies immediate family was curious, but mostly I received high-fives. Some strangers were perplexed and taken aback, they cautiously asked questions and seemed thoughtful about my answers. It also may be easier to digest when the girl your talking to is in sweatpants with tangled hair, drinking beer with you at a campground.

The moral of the story? It can be terrifying to be honest about who you are, people can be insanely cruel. BUT, it takes the utmost courage to stand up and declare who you are and be prepared for possible backlash. Even when you are not applauded or accepted, you have done something incredible. You have created consciousness and curiosity. You are ensuring that Diversity gets a seat at the table. And often, and most exciting, you are inspiring others like yourself to be just as brave.

One thing my father once said, so simple and concise, has always stuck with me. I was in the 5th grade and just beginning to be tortured by mean girls, crying at home to my Pop.

“They don’t like you?” he said. “Well, to hell with ’em!”

Just Because it’s June!

Hello Lovers and Lovelies!

Oh, yes yes, I know you’ve just missed missed MISSED my incredible posts and have been sitting at home tearing your hair out until I returned. Hush…you know it’s true.

2012 has truly been one of the most eventful years ever. And through tragedy and a few setbacks, I have once again climbed atop my pile of sparkle and feathers to giggle and celebrate the absurdity of it all.

So many exciting things and new friends! Do you remember how miffed I was last year about missing the Lagunitas Beer Circus? Well, this year I was there with bells on! Moral Minority produced the pants off that day, and damn what a show! It was such an incredible day, we had such a blast…..and I had a little talk with my liver afterward about how I shall be nicer….sometimes….

To see all the fun we had that day, go check out Julia O’Test’s amazing photos at

Another adventure that I am embarking on is my monthly show co-produced with the inestimable Red Velvet at the EXIT Theatre. We are SO excited to have this opportunity and are looking forward to bringing you some of our favorite performers from around the Bay. You can check out DIVA or Die Burlesque on July 20th, August 10th, September 14th (Special Fringe Edition!) and October 19th.

And children, when I say “get your tickets early”, I fucking MEAN IT. This is a steamy, intimate little space and it sells out quickly. And as much as I would love to stuff as many of you in there as possible (zing!), I simply can’t darlings. There’s this little thing called “Fire Code”….

Something else to wait (im)patiently for? Love and Sex with Lex, the Burlesque Episode! This podcast, hosted by the amazingsexyhilarious Miss Lex, has asked a few of us Burly-Q Babies to come on her show! I have it on good authority that Bombshell Betty and Red Velvet will be making an appearance as well….July 1st, tune in!

Find Love and Sex with Lex on Facebook and iTunes and listen listen listen!! Seriously, cherubs, this show covers all things sexy in such a hilarious and celebratory manner, it’ll do ya good! They are sponsored by and have been picked up by Playboy. Street-cred, ya’ll. Do what Whendy says!

Aaaaaahhhhhhh….Isn’t that better? Yes, I think so too. Never fear, Whendy is back.

Just a GoGo Saloon Siren

Westward, ho!

Lord Almighty, what a show!

If you stayed inside tonight, all warm and cozy and lame, then you missed one hell of a spectacle! This evening was the opening party for the Edwardian Ball at the DNA Lounge with Hubba Hubba’s Wild West Burlesque! There were knives flying, guns shooting, Tugboat the Buffalo, tassels twirling and corsets, corsets, corsets! All lovingly and rambunctiously rounded up by our own Colonel Kingfish. My kind of night 🙂

I’m just an old carny at heart, so I’m ALWAYS excited to see the Gypsy Cowboys. I dig people that cultivate amazing skills like old sideshow; hell, I just take my clothes off in front of strangers for fun….and while that certainly takes bravery, it’s still different than standing there looking pretty while Molotov hurls knives at your head. Using a bullwhip to snap a balloon out of a lovely ladies’ mouth? Tremendous! Then strapping her to the Wheel of Fortune, spinning her like a top and lobbing blades at her head? Stupendous! You guys can keep your Tivos and Hulus, I’ll be at the Hubba Hubba Revue.

A few notable faces in the audience tonight were the lovely Miss Pearl E. Gates, Pickles Kintarro, folks from KofyTv and  the fantastic Laika Fox. That’s what’s really awesome about the Go-Go boxes: you can see for miles! One of the most dee-lightful surprises tonight was DJ Fact.50! I enjoyed the hell out of all the awesome, obscure and old-timey jams he was playing, and so did all the little Go’s.

I was bouncing all over the lounge tonight, and if you were allowed backstage wouldn’t you do the same? I swear, it’s all nakedness and pillow fights and free beer and bubble baths back there….well, almost. Secret, sexy (and imaginary) playtime aside I will say one of my favorite acts was the scintillating Siamese Twin fan dance performed by Mynx d’Meanor and Comrade Tang. Yes, Sparkly Devil, we all love cute Asian girls…..and yes, they were so cute I wanted to “make a noise like Mariah Carey fucking a dolphin”. And there’s another visual to add to the catalog of weird crap that pops into my head at inopportune moments…

Did anyone else never notice how Lee Presson looks just like Edgar Allen Poe, even on a normal day? So, Lee dressing up as “drunken Edgar Allen Poe with a gun” was pretty much icing on the cake. And, guns don’t kill people, Lee Presson does. Well, not intentionally but that cap gun did go flying once or twice.

And, if you didn’t come out tonight you missed CanCan Bijou! You only get a few chances to see them each year,(Dicken’s Faire, Edwardian Ball etc.) and they are always something to see. Pretty girls high-kicking their skirts up with ruffly knickers is just plain old good clean fun. And something I’ve never seen before are the 2 FELLAS in the group! Bad. Ass. And these chums kick their heels up AND do the splits just like the gals. Equal opportunity, that’s what we like here in San Francisco!

Gracious, what a great start to the Edwardian Ball weekend! But, my dogs are barkin’ and my wagon is draggin’ kiddies, so it’s off to bed for Whendy and time to say her prayers…

….god bless Kingfish and Eddie (wherever he is). And god bless double-sided carpet tape and drink tickets, and god bless Dark Garden and all the little glittery deviants that came out tonight. Amen.



Ah, flashback 2 years ago to Edwardian Ball 2009…this picture makes me want some Absinthe.

Photo by Green La Fleur

Holy Hell, it’s 2012!

Gadzooks kids! I swear it was just October, where has the time gone?

Anyway, all tomfoolery aside, 2012 has started out with all sorts of surprises. And if those crazy Mayans were right, then we only have about 11 months to make this one count.

I’ve just shaken off all the glitter and settled in after the amazingly rambunctious Taboo Burlesque show with Bombshell Betty and Fromagique! The only thing that was missing was our favorite Dude in a Dress: Patina DeCopper! Our poor Patina was taken ill this afternoon and couldn’t blow his horn. Sad face. And, as Randy says,” MC-ing alone is like having sex alone: you need to get off as soon as possible.” Although we were missing our darling trumpeter and co-MC, I think Randy was wonderful (as always) and didn’t recite ONE poop joke! I must admit, I was surprised.

The best part about having the theme of “Taboo” for a burlesque show is that everyone is free to bust out their most unusual and raunchy numbers. I’m sorry, but if I could start every year with Vadge O’Fonnor dressed as a nun dancing to “How do You Solve a Problem Like Maria?” with a vibrator and a picture of Jesus; I would be a happy girl. This was also the most dildo-heavy show I’ve seen as well, count ’em: 3! Well, if the Mayans are right and our days are numbered….and if Heaven and Hell really exist…then I will be sizzling in Hell amidst the greatest and most sparkly company.

Like me, Laura Borealis has been on a bit of a “burlesque hiatus”, and it was tremendous to see her again tonight! Miss Borealis is the performer that always puts me to shame. Just when you think she can’t top herself, that bitch comes out blindfolded and does half her act blind! BAD ASS. And if you’ve never seen her do her Tetris act, you better come to every show until she brings it back. For reals, people.

Also, in the audience were some of my favorite performers/supporters that I haven’t seen for some time: Violet Streak, Alexis Natasha Borelli, Yve Jobs and Cookie Crumbles! It’s always awesome to see familiar faces in the audience, especially if they are folks that know how to heckle the pants off Randy. Also, an incredible matter of interest: our own Alexis Borelli and her podcast “Love and Sex with Lex” has been noticed by the one and only PLAYBOY! They will be doing a pilot for Playboy, and then possibly get syndicated! Find her on Facebook and stay tuned for the Burlesque Episode!

When talking about Taboo and good old fashioned raunch, it’s impossible not to mention the dazzling Red Velvet. This gal doesn’t need any theme to get her naughty jollies on, that’s just how our Velvet rolls. Has anyone ever performed a more classic and graceful fan dance….with a rhinestone strap-on? How about a routine about an old witch who reclaims her beauty by eating the heart of an infant? Nope. Just our Velvet, and she wows us every time.

Thank goodness DANGerous Delilah was there! Her S&M act is always something to see, and I actually had the song stuck in my head all day in anticipation of seeing it. We never tire of watching Delilah peel liquid latex of herself, do we? No poppets, we never do! And where would we be without Bombshell Betty, the cutest and creepiest Grandpa you’ve ever seen? (Yeah, you’re sorry you missed that one.)  And did you check out that peplum? One more time, for Vadge: PEPLUM!!

Well, you have one more chance to see this show! Next Monday night at 10pm at the Uptown in Oakland you can catch some Taboo burlesque, don’t miss it! Gracious cherubs, 2012 is feeling pretty great. New Years Eve was a fantastic speakeasy party with Cherry Chapstick, then the Hubba Hubba Revue on the 2nd and now Taboo Burlesque. My only resolution is to set eyes on all your sparkling faces more often!

See you in a dark corner at the Burly-Q



P.S.  Thanks to Red Velvet and Eric for the endless kindness, and thanks to Randy for always getting a girl home safe 🙂