Explaining more fully, this week in my burlesque class, we learnt the basics of striptease. I love the fact that I love in a society where it is both possible, and socially acceptable to be professionally taught to take your clothes off. The Cheek of It! school alone trains over 700 women each year across the UK, Europe and America, so it's obviously quite a popular hobby!
The idea of burlesque is so appealing to so many people for so many reasons (it's just SO good). It's got that certain romance that comes with vintage-inspired things. It's glamorous, feminine and expressive. Sure, some people don't understand the appeal, they may think taking your clothes off in public is crude or demeaning. That's fine, that's your opinion. To me, it's empowering. How can it not be? A room full of people, celebrating the female form in a fun and ironic way. Yeah it's stripping, but it's got a sarcastic charm. After all, the definition of 'burlesque' is 'A parody or comically exaggerated imitation of something'. It's cheeky, and to me, that's all good.
Anyway, back to me (we all know you love it). I learnt to strip. Gloves, stockings and bra, all removed with some degree of seduction (hopefully...). I'm not going to lie, sure the 'big reveal', the moment where our teacher said "Right, lets just go for it, take your dresses off", was scary. But we're all in the same boat, it's not like one of has a tail or a third leg (...don't be cheeky). I don't know what the big deal is.
So here's a little moral of the story for you. I like it when a blog post gets all meaningful. Here it is. We're all the same really, love your body, and if you can stick glittery little hearts over your nipples and make tassels swing like there's no tomorrow, even better.
Peace and love. This is all very emotional. I need to go hug something.
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