I'm more diligent as a stripper than I am as a variety artist. (Patreon)

Mr. Snapper and I traveled to Tucson over the weekend to perform "Buttercup" (AKA the finger in the butt song) at Arizona Burlesque Festival.

When I'm dancing, I pay more attention to what I eat before the show so I don't upset digestion with dancing or have trouble fastening all my layers of clothing. I have checklists so I pack everything I need along with backups of items that wind up with some wear and tear.

When we do variety stuff, I'm less worried about what I'm wearing. I grabbed a pair of thigh highs from my stash of used stockings and threw them in the suitcase. (The reason for stockings was to keep my lady shoes from giving me blisters. I didn't have any pantyhose in the stash.)

I wasn't stripping out of the stockings, so who cared how they looked? I didn't bother inspecting them.

Saturday evening I pull on the first one and notice it has a run. That's fine. I can deal. The silicon top of the second stocking is stuck together. I have to carefully peel it apart. I slide on the second stocking and try to tug the top into place and it tears. You'd think I was the damn hulk putting this thing in. I see some runs but it's fine. It's fine. I gently pull on the band to secure it below my butt and it separates from the knit about halfway around.

Shit.

I'm not stripping. No one is going to notice I have runs all over my stockings.

I didn't fidget with it until I got back to the hotel. This is my post-show photo from the car. I endured a 19-act burlesque showcase with runs in my stocking and a torn band. I'm a survivor! lol

If I was stripping, I'd have spare stockings.