I went to see the Sex Workersʼ Art Show, a touring production. A lot of it was humorous. The women were quite attractive. And I volunteered, along with two other people, for a little demo. First, we did three simple stripper moves using the “pussy slap”, or in my case and also for the other male volunteer, the “cock slap.” It’s the move where the performer gives a couple of quick light slaps at the crotch. The three moves were the bend-over-and-look-between-the-legs, the squat-and-bounce (a bit like the Asian squat), and the on-your-back-and-spread-‘em. Then, I ended up demonstrating (after the performer, whose name I have forgotten) how to apply a condom sans hands on a pink jelly double dildo. The condom was strawberry flavored. I think people liked my dancing. I knew all those ballet classes would pay off, one day.
Kidding aside, there was some very good material in the show. I especially liked the short biographical stories. And the short film of a Japanese burlesque performer, who, unfortunately, could not be at the show I saw, which was on campus, by the by. The curator of the show, Annie Oakley, apparently grew up near Ann Arbor. Or in, I forget.
Continuing my performing binge, I was in the cast for the thesis project for my friend Teresa in the Film and Video Program. It’s about her experience at the US Consulate in Toronto, where she was getting her visa.
Oh, and the reason that this is belated (the sex workers‘ show was the Wednesday before Valentine‘s) is that ecto crashed and ate my post. And, yes, you may have noticed that I am rather a stickler for punctuation.