Notes from a weekend in progress

[pantryslut]

1) Sorry, amarama, I cannot join you in your anti-burlesque crabbiness (or is that more accurately post-burlesque longing?) Any time girlies want to take their clothes off in front of me is fine with me. Not that I'm not into having other performance revivals, too. I'm just filled with happy memories of fat girls in shiny costumes shaking their stuff.

2) Speaking of which, when the Fat Bottom Revue said they were going to read from the works of Hanne Blank, I, well, expected them to read the words of Hanne Blank, not from Zaftig. When the first reader came out and brandished the anthology, I had a moment of utter panic that they were going to read my story out loud. Thank God that didn't happen, especially since I was sitting next to somebody who would have eagerly pointed out that the author was in the audience.

3) The argument for raw milk cheese is succinctly made by tasting the two versions of Redwood Hill Farm's goat's milk feta side by side. The pasteurized version is perfectly fine, mind you, delicious even, way better than most fetas you've ever tasted already. But the raw milk version has a complexity that I wouldn't have expected. It is totally addictive.

4) Why, oh why do I keep running into a certain butch trick of mine when I'm out in femme drag? I never know what to say in those circumstances. Maybe freakysparks has some advice? Anyone else?

Comments

[amarama.livejournal.com]

Dude, I have put in endless hours of volunteer work for that show since its inception. I'm going to complain all I want. I still love them, let me be clear. You know, whenever you're involved with something so much, it grates on you. I'm the sound engineer.

And meanwhile, YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A MERE 10 OR SO FEET FROM ME AND I DID NOT MEET YOU. This is a cryin' shame. Which night were you there?

[pantryslut.livejournal.com]

Of course you can complain! I just cannot join you. I used to complain about all the shows I worked on, too -- and I loved them. I totally understand.

I was there on Friday night. In the upper corner, red dress. Last two tickets :)

[amarama.livejournal.com]

See? I'm crabby. Anyhow, next time you come to the show, find me in the booth. I'll be there. The big yelling one with the red hair and glasses.

[amarama.livejournal.com]

or is that more accurately post-burlesque longing

Also to be clear, while I fully support and have a demonstrated history of putting up with a lot of annoying shit from the naked fat ladies for the greater good of humankind, I'm more likely to be found naked in public hurling my bloody tampon at an audience. Just a minor aesthetic and cultural difference.

[freakysparks.livejournal.com]

flirt with her using your feminine wiles. She'll never know what hit her!

[pantryslut.livejournal.com]

Oh no. She always gives me such a *look* when I'm in drag. I don't know if it means "I know you're just pretending, little boy," or if it means "I can't believe you fooled me that first time."

[stopword.livejournal.com]

Raw milk cheeses = yay!

I don't think I've compared raw milk fetas, though. Sounds yummy.

[gordonzola.livejournal.com]

yeah, I only carry the pastuerized feta when the raw is not available. However, I would say that a few cheeses are better pasteurized as long as you have high quality versions of both. Manchego for one, Blue D'auvergne for another. But taste is a very subjective thig ...

I missed the FBR yet again.