![]() The show was pure stripper style goodness and I was fucking living for it. I bloody love and admire the skills and bravery of any dancers who can and I am determined to push the boundaries costume wise one day, but for now I will stick to keeping my pants on, or so I thought.Īs the showcase began, the performers were straight fire and it was awesome to be watching such a bunch of badasses owning the stage. Whilst I consider myself a relatively confident performer, and have performed in an outfit that consisted of tit tape and Bad Kitty Bitsy bottoms before now, I have not got the backbone just yet to perform in anything more revealing. A mild panic went through my mind, as I had made the rookie error of not taping myself in, but I hadn’t had a flapcident on stage so far, so just assumed I would be fine. A fully functioning costume that abides by the shows “no lips, no nips” rule? Well.Īs we arrived at the showcase, I noticed a bit of a classic front wedgie going on. I traveled down with one of my best buddies Kat, complete with everything I thought I needed for the showcase. Yours truly here was performing at the Hoodlum Fang Total Babes 2.0 showcase down in Portsmouth, UK. So, cast your minds back to the end of September. ![]() However, if you’ve always wondered how to style out a wardrobe malfunction, not run off stage in a blind panic and live to tell the tale then read on. After a two month hiatus one is back with naturally a very serious and mature blog about my flaps popping out mid performance, so if you’ve no interest in reading about the adventures of my monster beef curtains and their magician’s escapology act mid-performance then look away now. ![]()
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