I performed last night at the Spanksgiving Burlesque Festival and I have to admit,
I am exhausted. I love this editorial photo because it really captures the spirit
of what a performer feels like after a show. I tend to become half a performer,
half a human being dressed in pajamas, wrapped in a fur, still in stockings,
makeup a little melted, selective jewelry off, a few pieces still on.
It's as if the transition from diva to person is a slow one out of necessity.
As if a rapid transition might just be too jarring.