I've been a housewife since 2000 until the good gals over at VivaVoom Brr-Lesque drug me out of my domestic complacency to don pasties and a g-string one more time. Little did Lola Pi***la know that she has awakened a monster from the defunked lair of the She-Beast. Over the years I've given away or destroyed my costumes making them into spirit masks depicting the Kubler-Ross stages of grief: sinc
e I've never gotten over the demise of my career. But I did have pieces my old cyborg costume, that I used in sci-fi cosplay, in various states of disrepair and deterioration. I decided to reanimate the old cyborg show and finally finish it in a logistical nightmare of zippers, velcro, and spandex. I performed at Koot's and Anchorage filled my heart with love. Then being at the Burlesque Hall of Fame, I was just agog walking around the casino with all these gorgeous people and then someone would see my name on my rhinestoned name tag, and they'd say "you are such an inspiration" "we love you" and "you're the mother of Nerdlesque". I was blown away. It was better than standing on stage in front of the HBO lights when I was competing as a bodybuilder in the 1980's. The dream had died and this experience awakened it. Now designing a new show with new challenges of being older, you can't hide much in a g-string an pasties after being sedentary for 16 years, but what is so cool is new adhesives and technology available to dancers. I'm looking forward to more opportunities to perform and meeting new audience being able to strut my stuff and show them what this old gal can do.
