I went to a burlesque show on Thursday night and was inspired to sign up for a burlesque workshop in mid-June. I've taken a burlesque dance class before, where we learned some moves, but this workshop is far more intensive. From the brochure:
Includes: Walks and character development, small reveals, glove and stocking removals, boa work, tassel twirling, parasol and fan work, and striptease tips.
What got me was the "tassel twirling." As in nipple tassels. The second half of the class is topless! Eep!
I wish I could say that the last time I was topless in front of a room full of women was high school gym class, but we were all too self-conscious about our bodies back then, and everyone was cowering in their corners, refusing to shower and covering up as much as humanly possible. So, I would say that I have never been topless in front of a room full of women. The only way this workshop will be like gym class is if the gym's water fountain were spiked with E.
So, it's a tad bit intimidating, but that's part of the reason I signed up. Everyone else is going to be topless, too, so I imagine we'll all just laugh and get used to it. Plus, if I yell, "Show me your tits," this is one of the few times that dozens of women will oblige. And who wouldn't want that?
If we don't already have nipple tassels, we were told to email the workshop's Head Mistress to order some in advance. So, I emailed her. This is what I got in response:
Savia, yes, can you please let me know what colour and what size. Small = tea light; large=soup can; medium=in between.
Knowing already that I am definitely not a soup can, I went to my candle holder, pulled out a tea light and whipped out a boob.
Medium it is.