May 16th, 2004

go-go outfit kitten - letters by shaycbt

Best...job...EVER!

Have I mentioned lately that I love my job? Here's a few compliments from tonight that rate among the best ever:

From a regular who is a big teddy bear and has a sweet face: "Thank you for being great eye candy."

From a girl who spotted me in the ladies room: "You're that dancer. My boyfriend has been watching your ass all night." She meant it in a good way, she wasn't mad or anything. And thanks to the PVC hot shorts imp_of_satan made me it was damn easy to see my ass all night.

And one guy as he was leaving turned toward me and looked up at me on stage and did the I'm-not-worthy type bow in my honor. Touched, I pressed my hands together as if in prayer and gave him a deep Namaste bow in return.

One long haired mysterious one didn't say anything but picked a spot against the wall and crouched down to watch me. And he watched me. And he watched me. I think some people might be creeped out by that kind of thing. But to me it's a true compliment to myself and my dancing when I can mesmerize some one like that. After all, I'm not dressed like this and dancing like this so you can ignore me! ;)

One couple wanted to take me home.

And for the record, a girl can never hear "that's a great outfit" too many times. I work hard to put together something sexy for my performances (you actually can work up a sweat trolling through the Metro and the local thrift stores) and I really appreciate it when people stop me to tell me how much they like it. And it was especially appreciated every time I heard it tonight because it took me a long time to shred that PVC skirt carefully into one inch revealing strips. Although the floor length strips flew about dangerously close to the candles they use to light the base of the stage. I tried not to remember, as I danced, that I could go up in flames at any moment!

Anyway, dangers of burning PVC aside, it's very fulfilling to have a job that brings so much joy to others, even in a small way.
socks and cat

I'll gladly bleed for my art

I have little cuts on my hands, they're from last night. Behind the little custom built stage I dance on is an area with seating. And between myself and the seating is what I can only think of to describe as a fence. It only stretches half way behind my dance area and it gives it a cage looking effect.

I love props when I dance, especially the bars or wires of a cage (and thus the User ID I chose). So very often I will grab the fence behind me and leverage as I do tricks like low back bends and undulations. And sometimes I'll make eye contact with a customer who's watching me and let my hands climb the fence as if I'm trying to get out and get to them. And sometimes as I dance I'll gently run my hand along the end of the fence as if caressing it.

Problem is the thing is just metal bits all welded together. It's not smooth or polished at the ends. So occasionally as I run my hands gently on it or grab on I will indeed get little tiny cuts. I don't mind, it's well worth it to have such a fun prop behind me. But it amuses me now to look down at the little cuts on my hands and think...yeah...these are my dancing wounds. Heh.