Monthly Archives: December 2017

Burlesque scene or drama class?

Finally publishing a piece I wrote like a year ago…

Whatever happened with theee good old days when you only had to deal with your arch enemy getting all the shows by sleeping with whomever she needed to sleep with??

Yeah, I am starting to miss that time.

I broke up with Facebook, because I could not any more with allll the drama, lies and frauds of people going on in this “scene”…

The UK mod, khm I mean scene

Did you notice, that if you are not from or working (burlesquing, as I wonder to what extent we could call hardly payed gigging work) in the UK, you literally like as if you did not exist?

The bandwagonism

Like stoning in the middle east must be like. One starts and then comes the gang of the fans… So much for forward thinking and own opinions and ideas.

Self promotion like nothing else

The best, the most, the biggest, the brightest, the veteran (this term I love so much, that actually I use it my pole dance bio), the most glamorous, and so on… I mean sure, a press release is a very professional asset, but if I call myself the queen of England will that make me?

Lack of true criticism

2017. and still none can call shit by its name, and none can deal with even the shadow of criticism…

The “Fantasmas”

This is the way we (Spanish speakers) call people who seem to be it all online…

Festivals, Awards, etc.

Nothing to do with celebration of anything for years, I think it was as early as 2013, that I started to feel pretty hostile from application processes to dressing room behavior. (See awards in an older post of mine.)

Pornification

Lou on the Rocks mentioned this first in her blog, I just add, that when it gets too much tits and ass in that good old siliconed and porned up way, I hit the unfollow button fast.

Overcomplication

A femme representing cis-woman… In a discourse about gender issues it is a completely fine specification, but in general use, girl, why the need?

I could or even might go into further detail on another post, but here I just had to let the steam out.

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The social media machine

Well, I broke up with humanity a couple of months back (maybe over a year ago)… Well, with facebook (as you already know), which nowadays feels quite the same…

I could not handle the amount of fake, people put out there, honestly…

Fantasmas, burlesque drama scene, idiots, politics, cronic disease maniacs, people who just can’t handle their drama offline, etc.

Soooo I switched to instagram

a.k.a

The vending machine

Seriously

(I find even straight ads more prominent on instagram, because of the sizes I guess)

Success is whatever “K” of followers, not an actual gig, noooo, but people drooling over their phones “buying” into your fake reality…

I got sick of it right after the major depression and forthcoming artistic crisis it caused me… (yeahhh, it is still little insecure me here)

I thought first, woow so many talented aerialists so many things to learn, soooo inspiring!!

Yeah, just fuck that positivity for a moment…

Same virtual reality, more virtual than reality.

10 videos of marvel a day…

Do you work? Do you have a life? But, most and foremost, when do you train for real?

My point…

I have a family, a life, a pole studio (Insent the ode to self employment here…), a household and when I train I have no time for the perfect 15-45 sec video or the perfect pose… or finding the perfect quote for my perfect picture…

When I train, I have a limited amount of time to make the most of it, no time to set up tripor find the angle and sadly noone to do the footage for me either, less time even to spend on editing all this shit together…

But enough about me.

Let’s talk some instatruth

Caption:

just here hanging out in some hashtag oversplits, wearing my hashtag whateverfitnessbrand clothes, oversplit inspired by hashtag oversplitlady and hashtag evenmoreovesplitterylady, sipping hashtag whichevermusclebrand…
hashtagamillionhashtag keepitreal Ohh and do not forget that from next month you can buy my tutorials from hashtagtutorialsdotcon and sureitissafetolearnacrobaticshathomealonedotwhywouldyoufalloffthatpoledotcom

Do you see how much marketing is smashing you right in the face, while you die of envy and simultaneusly click on evenmoreoversplitteryladys profile in hope of her giving private classes via skype making your zero flexibility into superoversplits in a month or even better in an hour? (let’s forget the perv drooling over another phone, becuase in 10K there are pervs)

Im pretty sure loads of people do it for the instant gratificacion kinda sake of it… (which is something I do not see or feel, not like a donut, sugar rush, happiness, you know)

lovely but tiring, Wearing… drinking… eating… enjoying… farting… and puking…

Everybody intends to sell you something… and if not, then it is just dumb…

Stalkers rewarded, big brother crying

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George Orwell must be seriously turning in his grave these days… (if you don’t know please google)

Stalkers are scary, yet we put out everything and are more confused when people are not stalking us online!!!

Remember the word “INDUSTRY”

Well, when food turned into an industry we know what happened…
So in one way, it is great that fashion picked up something as healthy as fitness, pole dance and aerial, but there is a BUT.

We need to start to be a bit more cautious with everything and use our comon sense and brains before committing suicide out of the unhappyness the “success” of others create us. (such that sounded very jaded, but be honest…)

We are facing a whole isdustry of selling whatever can be sold, so be careful on the limitless space of fantasy called istagram.