There is a pervasive notion that in order to be a true artist you must be poor and suffer. As if as an artist you should be living out some sort of Kerouacian fantasy life in a squalid flat, subsisting on red wine and a loaf of bread. You’ll ideally be tormented by some romantic yet deadly 18th century tubercular disease that brings sparkling eyes and a luminously pallid glow to the complexion. That’s how you know you’re committed to your art, right? A true artist does not care about money. An artist is always poor. To put something so indelicate as a monetary value on your work somehow diminishes its artistic value. Let’s slay this notion like the many-headed beast of bullshit it is.
For this issue of Pastie Politics Ms. Noir stacked together a tower of words. She constructed them upon each other into a less than stable pile, some of them falling out of balance, yet held in place with their collective weight. Each of them singularly common everyday words, yet in their grouping they find power and an aggressive voice.
Willow spent a rather long time and many a bottle of wine trying to capture and give power to the idea that revolved in a never-ending stream of babbling nonsense throughout her head. Although strong in thought, actually penning the words down was surprisingly difficult and when asked why, she couldn’t pin-point an exact answer.
She tells me that there will be more to come in the future on this theme, yet for now she is happy to enjoy a cup of tea and watch as the world goes by.
As I asked the assistant for the glitzy material, I could see it.
You know—the look.
“What are you going to make from it?” she asked politely.
I am going to cover a bra in it for a burlesque show I am performing in. The theme is The Wizard of Oz and this fits in brilliantly.
Eyebrows raise. “Really? Burlesque?”
Yes—for my costume.
“For you?” Smirk “You don’t look like a burlesque dancer. I went to a burlesque show once—you know an amateur one in Parnell, a number of years ago… it was a lot of fun.”
I am Bethany Starr, and this is my story.
I am not sure how to effectively use words to describe what I want to say. The fear of failing to achieve an understandable pattern of non-offensive, supportive, and loving letter combinations has woken me at 4am with a nightmare. Within this mad dream, a faceless burlesque performer beats me black and blue by twirling her gigantic diamond tipped tassels right up in my face. I mean, this may be some people’s before-sleep fantasy, but for me it is alarming.
My fear is not just that my words won’t make sense, but that what I am about to write, no matter how I craft it, is going to be taken the wrong way by at least one person. I fear it might push a button for them, or they might think that I am directly pointing the finger at them. Then they may go and talk to their friends, possibly within the burlesque community and say:
“OMG, did you see what THAT Constance Maehem had the audacity to write? Who does she think she is? I mean, what?! She has only being doing burlesque for a year. I had a look at her Facebook page and there is this photo where she looks like she is dead. Like, I mean seriously, that picture is better than what she looks like in real life. And she thinks she has any right to be performing, let alone writing her thoughts about like, what did she call it… Horizontal Hostility? I mean seriously. Who is she to comment on how WE behave?”
MisRed Delicious, Rachel Rouge and Sugar Spanx
with Amourous Ava
Few things warm the cockles of a feminist’s heart more than seeing women pursuing their goals, running successful businesses and being rad bosses. The following is a conversation with performer/producers MisRed Delicious, Rachel Rouge and Sugar Spanx concerning the art of being a producer and the production of burlesque and variety shows in New Zealand. May or may not involve feminist themes.
AA: How did you all individually get into producing? What pushed you to take that step from performer to producer? (or vice versa?)
MD: I got into producing so I could perform. At the time there were very few shows in New Zealand and only one regular show, which had just started in Wellington. I knew if I wanted more stage time I would have to produce. This also gave me the opportunity to start networking and meet other performers.
SS: I got into producing burlesque events for a few reasons. Firstly, I was tired of dealing with musicians (having been managing bands), but really enjoyed the event management side and saw a gap in the market with burlesque. Secondly, there were a few shows around in the area, but not a lot of opportunities for new performers. The idea behind The Rock n Roll Circus was to give new performers stage time and networking opportunities, which is still upheld today. Along with seasoned performers we always welcome rising talent to our shows.
RR: I started Dr. Sketchy Wellington because I wanted to draw performers while in a bar, while listening to great music and drinking... and there was no Dr. Sketchy in Wellington at the time. Producing Dr. Sketchy got me back into performing again (I had been in Africa for two years and hadn’t performed while there). I really enjoy producing. I think I may even enjoy it more than performing. When I decided to move to Christchurch I also decided to start up The Menagerie as 50% burlesque and 50% variety. But I ended up moving to Wellington where there already are several good burlesque/cabaret nights, so decided to create a variety show. I love variety shows, and I really love creating my own.
For me, burlesque is a humorous and generally harmless pastime. I suppose I am lucky that I have encountered nothing but support from people who know about my interesting hobby. Which is why I was hesitant to write this piece. But sometimes the support I am shown by my friends makes me uncomfortable.
Perhaps I should be more precise. It is not their unwavering support that irks me. Rather it is the way they talk about burlesque and, more importantly, the way in which the ‘Supportive Friend’ uses my craft to define me through a sexual and fetishistic lens.
Most feminists are more than familiar with the Virgin/Whore dichotomy: where ‘pure’ women are placed on a pedestal as worthy of love, marriage and protection, while ‘dirty’ women are objectified as things to be sexually desired, but never considered for a long term commitment. Under the Virgin/Whore dichotomy, men can only marry a good girl, but will always sexually desire a ‘good time’ girl. For women this means if you say you have, you’re a slut and if you say you haven’t, you’re a prude. It’s just another way the patriarchy attempts to police and control women and their behaviour.
Burlesque has always seemed to me the ideal way to transgress this sexist double standard—an opportunity for women to define and explore their sexuality/sensuality themselves, without the overt influence of the male gaze. For many of us, burlesque is the ultimate subversion of expected and/or ‘appropriate’ female sexuality. Whatever it looks like, as performers we are unapologetically sexy, and often unapologetically naked. We have no problems with a diverse and inclusive range of sexual expression. Do we?