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[08 Mar 2009|10:42pm] |
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A fantastic gig tonight at the LGBT Society Ball in the Oxford Union Debating Chamber! Thanks, everyone - especially ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) deathbyshinies for writing an incredible pastiche of "I'm Under Your Spell" from the Buffy musical. (If she'll permit me, I'll post the lyrics under friendslock, because they are great.) Things to work on in future:
- not allowing my fluctuating moods to affect rehearsals that I am running
- dancing with microphones
- spoken intros & outros to all songs
- performance poetry / stand-up comedy segments (I had So Much Fun with the List of Dead Queers section!)
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[21 Feb 2009|11:17am] |
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Welcome to the Rehearsal Log for Lashings of Ginger Beer!
A lot of the content here is "friends locked", which means that you will need to be logged into a LiveJournal account to read it. Logging in will also make the adverts go away, and make this page display more neatly in your browser.
Nevertheless, I do make periodic "public" posts, like this one, which everyone can read.
I've just been asked, at real short notice, to put a show together for the Oxford LGBT Society "Green Carnation Ball". The Green Carnation was a symbol worn by aesthetes around the fin-de-siècle to symbolise the triumph of style over substance, of artifice over nature. It's a great theme, and I'd love to put a show together for them. But I'm playing Boddony in The Truth until the day before!
What do we think, devoted readers? Is the radical feminist collective up to the challenge?
Everybody Up!
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..."As we dance to the feminism tango"
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[21 May 2008|07:43pm] |
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The first thing I see when I load up my new journal, in which I plan to brainstorm radical transfeminist burlesque?
A reminder of how important it is that I hate my body.
Well, I'm sorry to say that this is not good enough. I have had enough of my whole self being biomedicalised away in a flurry of skin-toning-lotions and diet milkshakes and tummy-shaping pants and eyelash curlers and tweezers and powders and dyes and sprays and pills. I refuse to hate myself according to a set of values to which I never asked to be forced to subscribe. It is not easy - every day I am fighting against a whole world who think it is oh-so-important to remind me that I am unhealthy and unattractive and unworthy. And if it allows me some respite from the constant onslaught, if it offers any validation at all, this frenzied barrage of hate, it is only because of my breasts.
So I guess it's only natural that I like getting them out in public.
Dear future grrlesque audiences - If you will become aroused by my breasts, I will make you see my belly too. That is what this is about. It's transfeminist, pro-queer, pro-kink, pro-fat, anti-*archy. I will take you on a journey to my glam rock utopia. Not to Oscar Wilde's - that was only for the rich and the pretty. Not to Frank'n'Furter's or Brian Slade's - they make pansexual promiscuity compulsary, rather than a valid choice like any other.
Just for a night, an hour, a moment - I will free you. I will take you to a place where you are loved for who you are, not who you or others think that you should be. Where all deviant desires (and expressions of them, as long as not non-consensually harmful to another) are celebrated and embraced without being sanitized or made palatable to a mainstream audience. It will be anarchic and it will be angry and it will be real. I will tell stories like Hedwig's and I will tell anti-archy like Julia Serano and we will come together in our one shared shred of humanity to say, like a Canadian kids' cartoon character: "unless the dark side is your bright side and that's ok too".
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