Published: March 12th 2018, 6:11:23 pm
I had sex week last week for my GTA job, which is a week where we teach ALL the second years how to do a pelvic exam. It's a lot of work but it's good money. They were really stuck for GTAs so I invited my girlfriend to fly out and work with us. She's been GTAing in Seattle so she already knew most of the information and the pay was enough to cover her flight. It would have paid for more than her flight but our third day was canceled by a Noreaster. But that meant Johnny called in sick and we all got to spend the day together.
In my travel time I've been working on my burlesque memoir pitch. It's been hard to find the right narrative and I'm still not totally sure I've found an angle that people are really interested in, but this is the one I'm interested in. The burlesque as empowerment narrative is really played out to me. Not for the world at large, but definitely for me. And it's really not all that brave or whatever to take off your clothes on stage when you're white, thin, attractive, and able bodied.
For me, the arc of my burlesque career has been about finding direction, recognizing my talents and resources, and figuring how to make a living off of them. I don't know if that interesting to other people. But most of my best stories (going to a mafia club, performing at a grocery store convention, meeting a sugar daddy in Atlantic City) are driven by a desire to get paid.
So here we go.
Selling Intimacy: My Life in Burlesque
Or
Selling Intimacy: Life of a Professional Naked Girl
Or (If Marc Dolan will let me steal this one)
The Unspeakable Acts of Mary Cyn
In crystal pasties and a bright pink wig World Famous Bob proclaimed “When you’re in your twenties, all you know how to do is drink and be fabulous.” I wanted to argue, but I really couldn’t.
I was 23, I could drink my weight in vodka, and could charm a whole room when I did, but that was getting me no closer to paying off my $120,000 performance art degree.
That’s where burlesque came in. It was like performance art but people actually paid for it. Not a lot, but something. Then I added in domming, fetish porn, go-go dancing, a sugar daddy or two, and it all added up to…still not really enough money to live off of. So that’s when I had to get creative.
Please let me know what you think! Too short? Too long? Not salacious enough?