All This Dubious Glamour (Patreon)

My bus to DC was over an hour late and the venue ending up being way farther away from the station than I expected so getting to the gig was pretty hellish, and then getting ready  was hurried and stressful and there was a lot of “Oh no, I forgot to bring my pastie tape.” And “Oh no, I was going to do face paint to make myself look like a robot but I don’t have time or a makeup sponge. I also don’t have concealer/foundation so I’ll just….cover myself in glitter and hope for the best.”

And then my wig didn’t fit. I just had way too much hair to fit under this wig, so I had to put the wig on top of my hair and then kind of style my hair up into the wig so I didn’t have The Worst Mullet Ever.

It came out pretty well but, like, oy.

The guy who wants me to write a memoir thinks I should try and get a regular column where I write about doing burlesque. It’s a good idea and I know why he thinks I should do it but most of me is like “What, and share all this glamour?!”