Tiger Tale Regales... on being THAT guy

A short response to being THAT girl from Tiger Tale

Let me preface by saying I’m a geek and a nerd. I take pride in my geekiness and childlike delight in old cartoons and dressing up like a fool. Let’s be honest, I can and do work out. I can dance, I’m socially adept, but I still never quite feel like I have reached the pinnacle that others seem to effortlessly attain.

I like to call myself an extroverted introvert. For those that don’t know what I mean, it’s someone who will occasionally be the life of the party, regaling others with anecdotes and soaking up the adoration, but then you won’t see them for months, or if you do manage to drag them to some social engagement, they end up being the moody one in the corner because their social batteries haven’t yet recharged.

I understand the urge or the drive to be THAT person, the one who’s sought after, the one the girls want and the boys want to be, but I don’t want it all the time. I recently attended a very good friend’s engagement party. I was a member of the 'bridal party', so to speak, and was dressed as such. The theme was Burlesque Casinos and I was resplendent in my pin stripes and cufflinks with matching braces and Panama hat. It was a blast. I danced through the room lavishly spending thousands (we had lots of play money provided) on roulette and standing at the end of the table surrounded by stunningly dressed young women with a mountain of chips in front of me. It was like a scene from a movie.

It was fun. For that one night I was the guy in the spotlight. I had the nice suit, the pretty ladies on my arm, and the wad of cash to support it all. But the next morning I got up after a night spent alone and put on my 8 bit gamer T-shirt to become that nerdy guy again, so I guess yes, it was a nice break from reality, but eventually I had to come back to earth and just be me again.

Yours,
Tiger Tale

'...not for the faint of heart'

Rhonda Perky goes under-the-covers to unleash the Beauty, Truth and Horror of Atrocity Burlesque

Described as 'a contemporary, thought-provoking and visceral brand of cabaret, burlesque and cinema for the new age', Atrocity Burlesque at the Burlesque Bar on Johnston Street, Fitzroy, did not entirely meet expectations.

The audience were promised ‘a 21st century sadistic soap opera of sex, violence, beauty, horror, audience participation and psychological play designed to entrance, enrage, entice and entertain.’

There was some of that.

I would concede it was a night of kink, some inspiring performances, and a creepy melodramatic soundtrack (think Alfred Hitchcock meets Trent Reznor during his instrumental phase).

But the costumes - wow.

Not just the performers and venue staff, but the audience, too. A room full of out-fitted stunners, including one notable brunette with inch-long gashes the length of a forearm (I am definitely playing dress-ups, and soon), all stuffed into an under-sized bar.

Plus I have a new girl crush (check out ‘Forma’s' website: http://www.scarlettburlesque.com/), and may have rekindled my fetish for accents.

But after all that hype and a promotional gallery promising an orgy of semi-naked women bound and slashed, the show itself was rather tame. Perhaps I’m just de-sensitised to the perversity of seduction and betrayal, the atrocities of war and infant mortality, and the psycho-sadism of the sexualised child.

Which is not to say I didn't enjoy it. I did. It was just a tad reminiscent of a ghost train or theatre restaurant, only with boobs.

-RP

Sad and sorry this winter eve

Dear Rhonda Perky’s Bits,

I have neglected you of late.

The winter chill has finally made its way into my bones, and the office lurgy has successfully filtered its way through the reconstituted air to settle in my chest and lungs.

Instead of champagne I find myself sipping thermos-flavoured soup, and my silk-stockinged legs seek the comfort of flannelette. Worse, in place of my stilettos, I don a pink pair of slipper-socks and cover my knees in a crocheted granny-rug.

I even missed my naked moonlight-dance and bi-annual goat sacrifice that would normally mark the solstice.

Rest assured, as soon as I am rested, I will be back online, delving under the covers, this time for a bit of extreme burlesque. Stay tuned…

-RP