I was raised with the mindset that women are submissive to men. Men control the house, the money, make all the decisions, and the wife is just to put up with his demands because he is the man. You exist to make his life comfortable while sacrificing your wants and needs to complete his. End of story.

While I never bought into that nonsense, my inner diva has constantly fought what I had been taught my entire life. I let people control me- male or female. Either I let them rule me emotionally or I felt horrible when I stood up for myself and they reacted badly. Oh, I’m sorry I upset you. I just want everyone to be happy. And like me. JUST LIKE ME!   I will do and say whatever will please you.

Recently I started producing a show in the LGBT community. My cast is made up of mostly members of the community. The audience is mostly members of the community. I hang out frequently at the LGBT club that hosts the show. I have made new friends and feel like I am FINALLY part of a family. That I am part of a community.

When I was in my 20s, bisexuality was not embraced by the community. The mindset was, “Make up your damn mind. Stop being so greedy!”  In my 30s I was having babies and out of the scene entirely. Now I’m in my 40s and an active part of the local scene, thanks to the new show. I hang out at the club not only to watch the other shows, scout talent, enjoy myself, but also because I love the people so damn much. I have found the younger generation doesn’t care about sexual labels as much as my generation did. I am not an outcast because I love men and women. I’m appreciated because I’m me. Period.

I’m not naive. I know the LGBT community isn’t all covered in happy little rainbows. It can be bitchy, gossipy, backstabby, and filled with drama. The great thing about being my age is that I know how to avoid that crap. I don’t get sucked in and I don’t participate, nor do I fan the flames.

A straight male who knows me from my online presence complained in an email that I had changed since starting the new show. It made me annoyed at first. Then I smiled because 1. His comment annoyed me and I didn’t write him back to explain myself like in the past I sure would have done.  And 2. He’s 100 percent right. I have changed. For the better.

Those who surround me now love me for me. My LGBT friends love that I am outspoken, outrageous, that I dress crazy, act crazy, an poly, bi, and I like younger people. No one lectures me. I am praised for being true to myself. I am loved because of who I am and what I represent. No one tries to drag me down or hold me back. I am pushed to go forward. I am encouraged to do more.

I have also developed one hell of a backbone and one hell of an attitude when it comes to defending myself and standing up for who I am and what I believe in.

I have learned my value. I have discovered my worth. I am finally standing up for myself.

I learned learned how to be strong from my gay and lesbian friends. Never in my life have I had the courage to go tell some asshole guy to fuck himself after he treated me p0orly.  Now? I had a recent encounter with a man who was being outright rude to me on a date. Instead of keeping my mouth shut and thinking I had done something wrong, I went off on him. The result? He stammered and sputtered and then apologized. Now he won’t stop calling me. Not that I will pick up the phone or return his calls. Idiot.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not becoming a pain in the ass diva. I was already one. HAH!  No, I am just being a hell of a lot more assertive about speaking my mind when someone does me wrong. My tolerance for bullshit is set to ZERO.

I completely credit the St. Louis LGBT community that has surrounded me with love and friendship for one of the biggest changes I’ve ever undergone. I love the new me. I love that I finally matter. To myself. That I am FINALLY honoring my emotions. That I am so so so much strong than I have ever been in my entire life.

Thank you, my new friends. While I will always be young at heart, you helped me shed the last bit of scared little girl I had hung on to for way too long. This WOMAN is here, she’s FIERCE, and she will continue to lead with positivity, creativity, respect and love. And if the same isn’t returned? Buh bye!

Look out, world. Charlotte has finally arrived!

Charlotte in early May 2012

I am loving being a stage show producer oh so very much. So so very much!!

Last Saturday Strip was standing room only yet again. We are being praised by both the burlesque and drag community for having a  kick ass show. The reason? I stuck to my guns and carried out the vision of expressing ALL sexualities and ALL body types.

A few months ago I danced with a burlesque troupe called The Thunder Kittens. They were a troupe welcoming to all sizes and all sizes we sure did have!  Skinny. Medium. Thick. Large. Guess what people in the community called the troupe? “Plus size burlesque.”  Now if ALL members were plus, that would be an accurate description.  Why are people so ridiculously narrow minded?

I’ve heard grumblings about Last Saturday Strip in the fact that I cast larger dancers. I also cast medium dancers. Small dancers. I cast boys pretending to be girls.  Girls pretending to be boys. I cast TALENT. I cast a performer because they can BRING IT HARD on stage.

There will always be those who fear weight because of their own insecurities. If you truly were comfy in your own skin, you wouldn’t care less what a dancer looked like, as long as they could entertain the fuck out of you.

THAT is the point of my show. Luckily, the over 100 plus people who attend each month get it, love it, and I love them.  Never before have I been on a stage in front of such a loving, appreciative, LOUD, and supportive audience. Never before have I had dancers walk off stage in tears. Of joy. From the love! From the appreciation. From the applause. Never before have I had an entire cast say, “That was one of the best if not THE best experience I’ve ever had on stage.”

I heart the LGBT community. I heart Attitudes Nightclub. I really do.

I am proud to be getting known for being a damn good producer. I have creative ideas and I get them executed. That is my strength. I also carefully scrutinize each show and then make changes to make it a better experience for my dancers and the audience. I live for this. I really love this so much.

I will soon be producing yet another show for Attitudes. This is a one time tribute show and once the plans are finalized, I can blah blah.

My love life?

I’m giving up on dating. I’m SO over the BS with straight boys. I think I may just date a gay man. We would have so much fun. No sex.  But he’d be real with me. These stupid straight boys!!  Here’s another example of how yet another boy didn’t have the balls to be honest with me.

I was seeing a guy that I had taken to the club. He was fun to hang out with. Fun to party with. It was casual, yes. The agreement was honesty at all times. Now blow offs. If you meet someone else, just let me know, but for fuck’s sake, don’t blow me off.

He blew me off. They think because I am married, the rules of being polite and honest don’t apply.

I didn’t hear from him for over a month and only because he and his new lady wandered into my home bar during my show.  I’m shocked he stayed and shocked he had the nerve to even talk to me. I was cold. Reserved. Whatever, dude. Blow me off and expect me to be all chummy and welcoming? As Kanye says, “There’s a thousand you’s and only one of me.”

There comes a time in every woman’s life when she realizes her value. I’m priceless. If it takes me forever or never to find the right guy to date, then so be it. I’m not settling. Fuck that. I’m fun. I’m a great time. I’m only for the deserving.

I still talk to the 21 year old plumber. I might even be seeing him this week, depending on my schedule. It’s very casual, just how I like it.

I’m still happily seeing The Rabbit. Wow, our two year anniversary is in a few weeks. This is the best it’s ever been. Want to know why? We’ve changed. He’s changed so many of his bad relationship ways, but the biggest change is in me. The other day I heard a rumor that someone I once socialized with called me crazy. She was right. I was really crazy from being in a relationship with a man who wasn’t ready for me and I wasn’t ready for him.

Those who knew me even this time last year would be shocked at how different I am. SO MUCH in control. Confident. Calm.Happy. Together. I have a new set of friends from the LGBT community who love me for me.  I FINALLY feel accepted. I FINALLY feel like I belong to something.

So that’s my life right now. I live for my children, my husband, and The Rabbit. I am in love with producing, scouting talent, helping to develop talent, creating new ideas, and executing them on stage.

It’s a nice life.

Update

“Update your blog!  Update your blog!”

YOU update my blog, bitch!  Come type as I dictate and do the ten million other thangs I need to do at the same time.

It’s SHOW WEEK!  Which means I am FRANTIC and CRAZY and HAPPY and NERVOUS and WEEEE AHHHH ACK OOOOH!

Last Saturday Strip got moved up one week due to a Pride party being hosted on the actual last Saturday this month.  It’s been hectic. The club that hosts the show, Attitudes, has had some MAJOR shows lately that have required the performers to work extra hard on costuming, routines, etc.  My performers are stressed, but excited. There’s something about our show… and I’m not just saying that because I’m so damn in love with myself. We come together as a cast. There’s unity due to a sense of belonging to something positive. The show’s message is about sexual positivity through acceptance of alternative sexuality and positive body image. The audience GETS IT.  You come off the stage feeling like a star. You feel good about yourself.

Since it’s show week, my life is focused on all the last minute details that must be done before show night. Running such a large scale show as a one woman producer is challenging, but I’m so Type A it comes naturally. I work best alone OR as the ultimate person in charge. I’ve learned that the hard way over the years. My husband is my stage manager and truly holds us all together, especially on show night as I am performing and hosting.

The love/sex life?

meh

I’ve been trying to casually date a few boys but no one GETS how to date someone like me. It’s so Madonna/Whore and I don’t mean the singer. They just cannot comprehend that I want to DATE, not just hook up. That I need to be treated as they’d treat a single woman they are trying to woo. The guys who set up dates and then POOF- disappear is slightly alarming. I talk to other women who say the same thing. The blow off factor is high nowadays because we aren’t people. We are letters on a screen. Relationships develop much faster than they did in the past, due to technology. We cycle through people faster. The burn out is faster. There is truly a lack of respect as far as how to properly treat our fellow human beings.

It’s not just the young boys, mind you. The dudes 35 plus can be just as bad. Sometimes worse. I cannot count the number of older men who bitch me out because I prefer younger guys. This makes me think of my friend, Ogre. Ogre prefers thin women. Why on earth would I get in his face and tell him he’s WRONG because he doesn’t like heavier girls? He likes what he likes. And that’s ok! Sheesh, people. Live and let live.

Remember I talked about Asian Jesus? How I took him to Attitudes and he got all uncomfy and I didn’t hear from him for a month after? He texted me out of the blue and invited me to his place to watch movies. MOments later he cancelled. How about Sunday? Sunday came around. No response. He wouldn’t return my texts.

That scenario has been my typical dating experience as of late. Which is why I have given up for the moment. Which is why I’ll find someone wonderful soon. It always happens when you lose hope and walk away.

Now I must go run and tackle a million things, as it is Friday and the show is TOMORROW. WHEEE off she goes…

 

 

 

The Plumber and the Cougar

I Cougared the fuck out of that 21 year old!

I have a boy toy, I have a boy toy!  I’m like my Pug, Mugsy, when she parades around with her chewie in her mouth. So proud, tail wagging, showing it off to everyone in the house. That’s how I feel about my toy. Except I don’t want to parade him around or show him off for fear of him being stolen out from under me! He’s MINE MINE MINE until I get bored with him so HANDS OFF!

Actually, he’s so sweet that I wouldn’t dare just toss him away like that. I respect the guy and he respects me. We know this is what it is and we’re just having a whole hell of a lot of fun.

The Plumber is actually a plumber, 21, tall, lean, with broad shoulders, and curly black hair. He has big brown eyes and is always smiling. He’s quiet. SCARY quiet. Yet when he does speak, it’s usually insightful or funny and with a Brooklyn accent.  And for those wondering, he does have to use the size Large condoms. Tee hee.

He came to me with little experience in the sexual world, which is often risky. I’ve done that before and the sex was truly disappointing. For the longest time I avoided the boy toys because of  the  really bad sex they kept giving. Even with patience, they were completely within themselves, didn’t care about my pleasure, and just were not that sexual. Mechanical. Boring. Or they were players with moves they use on everyone, over confident, and way too cocky. OR such kink-meisters that even I was turned off. I like a little kink but I don’t need it to get off.

I was finally in the mood to try one last time to have that ultimate Cougar experience, so I took the chance. I found him online. I sent him a message. I probably shocked the hell out of him when I did. I hunted. I captured.  I am SO glad that I did because that kid just blew me away.

He is truly giving me the dream cougar experience!

The guy has skills that.. where the hell did they come from??  I think for him it’s like going to an amusement park, free of charge and no wait for any of the rides.

He’s a giver and he knows how to read a woman’s body. He is also quite passionate, so the sex is intense. Lusty. He doesn’t let me get far from his body. If I try to get up, he pulls me back to him. If we are in a position where his mouth is far from mine, he won’t be far for long. He’ll put his mouth to mine and say he missed my lips too much. Most of the time when we’re having sex, our  mouths are pressed tightly together. VERY VERY lusty sex.

So yeah, we had sex.

Lots of sex.

Hours and hours and hours and hours of sex.

You know how first time sex with someone new can be awkward? Usually needing improvement as you learn each other’s bodies? Or sometimes it’s ok.. but not wow?

It was none of that. It was WOW times a million. Not at all awkward. Completely over the top passionate. Amazing.

Here’s what this boy does not do. Stop.

He is the dream boy toy in that he gets off and gets instantly hard again. He doesn’t get tired, bored, or need crazy hijinks to keep him hard or get him off.  I’ve been with younger guys who are so desensitized by outrageous porn at such an early age that if you don’t do it hanging from the ceiling wearing a monkey suit, they just cannot get off. That’s only a slight exaggeration!! That’s not the kind of sex I want to have right off the bat. That’s the sex I need ease into over time! And again, not all the damn time!

This guy? He is thrilled to have sex. Period. Man on woman sex in a bed thrills him to no end. He’s open to kink, but honestly he’s just happy to be having the sexy time. You’d think they’d all be like that, but I’m not joking in that I never truly liked Cougaring because the young guys are so fucking weird about sex. Can’t we just have sex without you having to wear a diaper? Or have needles shoved through your dick while I sing Neil Young songs?

He will come over. I will greet him at the door wearing scandalous lingerie. Truth be told burlesque has kind of ruined the fun of wearing lingerie for me. It’s like getting dressed for work.  It’s also like fucking in your work uniform. BUT I know it’s part of the Cougar experience for these young lads.

We will then go upstairs, shut the door, and it’s on. And off. And in. And out. He will pull me to him and there’s no stopping. Hours and hours go by without us even realizing time has passed. It’s clawing, scratching, moaning, I can’t get enough of you sex fueled by both of us totally getting off on the age difference. It’s also tender. Loving. Soft.

Between rounds he pulls me against him and holds me and strokes my hair, my arms, my face. He stares into my eyes. He kisses my nose, my face, my lips. Softly. I get so lost in his brown eyes!  We both know while we are in bed together, we can get as romantic, loving, crazy, wild, or soft as we want. We can fall hard, then get up and go our separate ways. I told him I have a big responsibility not to hurt him and I won’t. He doesn’t want to fall in love and neither do I.

It’s truly a fantastic arrangement. I don’t have to hear his problems. He doesn’t have to hear mine. We don’t have to do anything other than have sex.He is my escape. He is my drama free, mutually beneficial, escape from reality. Pleasure pleasure pleasure.

I cannot wait to be with him again.

New Boy Toy

Gurl.

GURL!

GURRRL!!

We did it.

The debut of Last Saturday Strip was a SMASH success.  We had a packed club with an enthusiastic audience. After the show I heard nothing but praise, even from those hard to please. The performers said it was one of the best, most enjoyable shows they’ve ever performed in. Best yet, the owners of the club called to say how proud and happy they are and please do more more more.

I am a stage show producer.

I want to come back and post pics and tell you alll about the night. Posts with pics take FOREVER to do and I’m short on time right now.

I have just enough time to tell you about a sexy little experience that happened to me yesterday.

I’ve been flirting with a man. A YOUNG man. A man who is a mere 21 years old. Yes, 20 years younger.  I’m not assigning him a clever nickname for this blog just yet.  Give me some time to figure him out a bit more first.

We met last week at the park for a walk and get to know you talk. He’s quiet. A bit shy. A little inexperienced. Oooh, really?? He can be taught. OOH that’s a rush.

There were sparks, but we didn’t kiss or anything. I had to rush to get the kiddos from school.  I wasn’t sure if he was even into me until later when he confessed as much via text. We haven’t stopped texting since. We wake up, we text. We continue texting until bedtime. If we get up in the middle of the night, we text. It’s crazy crazy attraction!

We met again last night at the same park. We walked a bit and then when we were under a weeping willow near a creek, he grabbed me and kissed me.  Oooh la la. Good kiss!

We walked a few more steps.  He grabbed me again. More kissing. This pattern kept repeating. Walk. Look at each other. Stop. Embrace. Kiss.

We eventually fell to the ground in a secluded area of the park. No kids around. No people around. We made out. OH we made out. Kissing kissing kissing. Pulling away, staring at each other. More kissing.

We tried to get up and walk to a nearby pavilion but kept doing the stop, stare, kiss. Took us ten mins to walk a couple of feet.

Eventually we made it and by that time it was dark and no one was around. OH did we have a hot and heavy make out then. In the park!  Like teenagers.  Which for him, was only a few years ago. HAH!

Eventually we made it back to our cars. We did not want to leave. More kissing. More staring. More intensity. Both of us giggling, yet getting off on the age difference.

I got home and told the story to my husband, who laughed. He is amused by my Cougar ways.  I then texted Rabbit, my boyfriend of two years. Rabbit was enthusiastic. Give me details, he said. I asked- you sure? He said yeah, they’d probably turn him on. And it did. Rabbit has a unique take on sexuality and thankfully he has a woman in his life who likes his kinky ways.

Rabbit was also impressed that the young man brought me art. He is a painter and brought me one of his paintings.

So I’m off on another cougar adventure and of course I’ll give you updates as they happen!

 

 

I have had quite a career. Radio. TV. Marketing. Motherhood. Some dabbling in Hollywood. Then burlesque.

Then came my attempt at Bio Drag Queening with a strip tease at Boot Camp at Attitudes Nightclub here in St. Louis, MO just a few months ago.

I. Loved. It.

I wanted more.

I WANTED MORE!

But where? Where could I do that?  Cuz it wasn’t full on drag and it was more drag than burlesque. Who would want more of that?  I’d have to create my own show to do more of that.

Wait. Would that work??? A show?? Just for… THAT?

I sent a text to Charles Spinks, a young friend of mine who was working at at Attitudes Nightclub, where I had performed the bio queen strip. Attitudes would be my number one choice of venue for what I had in mind.  I presented him a rough idea of what I was envisioning. A strip show. A new fashioned, LGBTQ focused strip show.

Charles said Jann, the owner of Attitudes, was just talking how she wanted a new show. He’d talk to her.

Text later that night from Charles, “Jann wants to talk to you.”

Oh? OH! Ohhhhh.. shit was about to get REAL.

That’s how a show concept begins. The basic idea is a tiny snowball. You roll it around in more snow and it becomes an ice packed boulder, ready to take out anyone who stands it in its way.

I took time before our meeting to truly develop the concept. Then I presented it to Jann from Attitudes.

Jann immediately opened her calendar and the only date we both had available was the last Saturday in March.  I thought to myself, “The last saturday is for stripping.  Last Saturday Strip… LAST SATURDAY STRIP!  That’s it. That’s the name!”   That happened at the same moment she asked what we should call the show and I replaced a name I had, but wasn’t happy with.

Now here we are. If Siren, Attitudes Drag Queen Supreme, hadn’t given me the chance to perform at Boot Camp, would this have happened? If Charles hadn’t talked to Jann. If Jann wasn’t looking for shows at that exact moment… If those doors hadn’t opened and I hadn’t busted through and gone I’M HEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEE! Would this have happened? No. Probably not.

Showbiz is talent, yes, but a whole lot of luck and perfect timing.

I am having the most fun I’ve ever had professionally. Taking on the producer role again is like going back to a home where you are embraced, loved, and fed home made fried chicken and mashed taters, and pie.  And then mom does all your laundry and dad gives you rent money and tunes up your car. Then gives you some extra money so you can have some fun. Granted, I’ve never produced a stage show, but it’s not unlike producing for television and I’ve done quite a bit of TV in my day.

We had a rehearsal for Last Saturday Strip at Attitudes the other night. Performers who were available were asked to show up and try out their routines on the stage.

My strategy for the debut show was to hire experienced pros I’ve worked with and could trust. Performers who need little direction or guidance. I knew leading up to my first show that I’d be overwhelmed with demands and wouldn’t have a lot of time to help choreograph routines. I needed a cast that would be innovative and honor the traditions of drag and burlesque, yet be able to break free from some of the restrictions and be innovative.

The cast did not disappoint. In fact, they blew me away.

The burlesque girls quickly adapted to doing a routine on a runway, which we normally don’t have in burlesque but is common in drag.  Burlesque on a runway? SEXY!  Room to do strut walks!

The drag performers went beyond getting on stage and lip synching. They put together stage acts.

I’m a proud mama.

The cast totally got that we are going for a stage show production.  It’s a chance for drag performers to do songs that wouldn’t normally go over well with a drag night crowd.  For burlesque girls to add some gender play or attempt Bio Queening. For everyone to think beyond the typical routine and try on something completely new and perhaps, discover new sides to themselves. Use that stage. Dominate that stage. AND TAKE IT OFF!!

Rehearsal that night lead to another opportunity that I’ll be bringing to Attitudes. I want to announce it while on stage, Saturday, but I’ll put details in this blog next week.

I KNOW people are gonna hate, “But Charlotte- you’re new to all of this.. um… who the hell do you think you ARE?”

I’m Charlotte Sumtimes. I’m a show creator, producer, and performer.

If you are local, come see for yourself.

If you are not local, you know I’ll have full details here next week!

 

Where you been, gurl?

OH lawdy lawdy I have not had time to update this here blog!  I was doing this:

I was doing THAT.

And this.

 The photog swears he did not photoshop my face. That’s all lucky lighting and the fact that this 41 year old rubs snack foods all over her face every night. Preservatives! It does a complexion good!

And some of deees

 

and oooh how about theees?

All photos by Alton Nichols, a St. Louis photographer who won the photographer prize for the St. Louis Pinup Competition 2011. I met him at the St. Louis Fetish Pinup Competition this past December when I won 1st runner up.  We FINALLY had our schedules in synch to do our own shoot at my house.

I like posting these to show people that confidence=beauty, no matter your body type, age, etc. You just be the most gorgeous you that you want to be. Your life, your rules. Be healthy mentally and physically and be good to others. A good attitude keeps the wrinkles away! Angry people make angry faces and angry faces freeze! FOREVER!

I am writing this only days away from my new show debuting at Attitudes Nightclub.

Wow.

I am LIVING for this show. When not with the children, all of my work thoughts, all of my efforts, all of my imagination, dreams, creativity- it’s all going into Last Saturday Strip. With pleasure!

IS IT SATURDAY YET???

So… how about your love life, Charlotte Sumtimes?

My husband keeps meeting women who live at least six hours away. He met quite a good match, so maybe they can work something out?  She has the same situation as him. Spouse. Kids. Same age. Too bad it’s location challenged!

The Rabbit.. oh honey. Oh you know.  You know… Explosive lovin. Over the top romance. Over the top sex. That’s the role we play with one another. This is the best it’s ever been because we are the healthiest mentally we have ever been.

He’s on a dating service and quickly realizing what all of us who online date know.  One out of every ten may be somewhat alright.. maybe.. if you were really bored. Or also just as fucked up in the head.  Oh the stories I will tell. I’m going to write a post about the online dating world here pretty soon.

I’ve had some SHIT-TEE dates here recently. One in particular who realized in the middle of the date he could NOT handle my world. I took him to Attitudes as a test and am SO glad I did. He started pulling away the second a drag queen crossed his path. If you can’t love my LGBTQ family, then you can’t love me. Buh-bye. See, this is why I make these boys wait for sex. If I had slept with him, THEN realized he was a closed minded fool, I’d have the heebie jeebies right now.

I have tried to write this post for a few days now and keep getting distracted with show duties. How about I come back when those are done? Yes, that’s a fine idea.

Quick update

Just a quick HEY GURL because The Texas Butch Bitch is in town and we are partying only as women in their 40s and 50s can do.  Non alcoholic mimosas and Sex and the City reruns?  Have you met us?  More like scandal and blog worthy activities, if only I had the time to document them. She leaves Thursday with a lot less brain cells.

Other than the Butch being here, I’m pleased to report I’m seeing someone new.  Let’s call him Kid A. He’s 24 and is sweet and funny and I like him!!  More about him soon.

I’m also a little what the fuck over Rabbit’s behavior lately. Spring has sprung in his pants. He’s gone from a mehhh libido to one  of his namesake.  That boy has been a walking, talking hard on lately and no I am not complaining. The other night was another one of those epic three hour straight marathons that left me questioning if I truly am insatiable.  Then last night he wanted to come for a cuddle and to tell me he’s so madly in love and please reassure him I won’t leave him for this other guy.

Rabbit has always been about extremes. Extreme fucking, extreme loving.  He also gets competitive when I date. He wants to prove he’s the number one boyfriend both sexually and emotionally. We had a long talk and he was left feeling content with the situation. He wanted me to find a guy who enjoyed going to the clubs, who loved to dance, and was more social. Rabbit isn’t. He’s happy to hide in the shadows and be left alone. Whereas when you go out with Charlotte, you go out with half the city because there is always someone coming up to say hello. I love that and need to be with someone who enjoys it as well.

Kid A passed that test on our second date. He was patient, he was kind, and he grabbed me to pull me onto the club’s stage to dance to the DJ. I needed someone like him to hang with. Whereas Rabbit is great for more laid back activities. And laid activities.

Rabbit, Kid A, and my husband know of each other, why I am interested in each of them, and all feel secure of their place in my world. Communication and honesty. That’s poly done right.

Drag Boot Camp- March

 

Thank you for the well wishes about Woem. Animal lovers know that losing a furry baby is traumatic. They are so full of love. When they die, innocence dies. In today’s world, there isn’t much innocence left. It hurts so much to see a piece of that go.

Let’s talk about Siren’s Boot Camp, a drag show for amateur performers in St. Louis, MO at Attitudes Nightclub.  HI Siren.

Friday night I performed in Drag Boot Camp.  Amateurs take the stage and do their thang,chicken wang. Oh wait. Chicken WANG?!?  No.  No no no.  I don’t want to think about chicken penis.

Some of my friends were like, “Charlotte, you have a show debuting at Attitudes in a few weeks. Why are you doing an amateur show?”  I am BRAND NEW to drag. To even be allowed to perform in a drag show is an honor, especially as a Bio Queen. I love to perform. I love to perform at Attitudes. Each time I take the stage I learn more about myself and the art of performing. Besides, the amateur shows at Attitudes are impressive. Of course there are first timers, but those first timers come armed with stylists. Other performers have been on stage numerous times. This isn’t a slap on a dress and do a half assed job lip synching kind of show. Yeah, it can happen, but competitors know if they want to do Boot Camp, they better bring it HARD.

That and I’m 41 fucking years old, people. There’s a slight freak show element to my schtick.  How fun is that?

That’s JoshyPea!  He’s a Bio King. Impressive makeup and a performance that won audience choice.

 

 

Here’s Jenna Cydal. She’s a bio queen who will be performing in Last Saturday Strip.

Another example of AMAZING makeup. Damn that it’s not showing up properly here on my blog. Trust me. It was perfection.

 

Another example of WOW!

If you take the stage in St. Louis, you better bring your A Game. A stands for A-MAZING.

Here is Aiden Control (also performing in Last Saturday Strip) with special guest Princess Dianal from Glitterbomb.

Confession: When Princess Dianal walked backstage, I turned to my husband and whispered, “WHO is that hot piece of ass?” I did not recognize her as Dianal. I thought it was a new Bio Queen on the scene and I wanted to chat her up.

 

I performed Ke$ha’s Blow and here’s what it was like.

I came out on stage (pictured above) and the kids in the crowd began singing the song. I love when that happens. It really pumps up a performer.

My style is over the top. I like wild. I like tacky, tacky, tacky. I like being a different me each time, but Charlotte is always FUN.

OF COURSE I’m going to strip. It’s what I DO. The things around my waist are light up doo-dads. I also had them on my wig.  In my hands are light up bars.  My husband handed them to me from the side of the stage and I danced around with them.

I had tested all kinds of ways to fling glitter from my top hat. It did not have the visual impact I wanted.  I collect the discarded feathers when I rehearse with boas. I took the bag of feathers, dumped them into my top hat, put the hat on my head, and when the song says, “We’re young and we’re bored,” I took off the hat and waved it in the air and the feathers went flying.

I LOVE THAT PICTURE OH SO MUCH!!

Then, of course, I had the final boobie reveal. I put the boa back on around my shoulders, eased down the zebra tube top, walked down the runway and on the final beat of the song, did the dramatic boa removal.  No pics of that, but here’s my butt.

That’s not Boot Camp. That’s BUTT camp!

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I love my big ass. I love when the cuties at the clubs ask to grab it and rub it. Share the love, baby!!

At one point, performer Kenadie pointed to my hips and asked, “What do you use for padding?”  I laughed and answered, “Mcdonalds.”  Here’s Kenadie in a dress the entire crowd wanted to rip off her, run, and stash it in our closets!  All sequins (not showing up as dramatically in this pic, but trust me, WOW) and they made a rustling noise when she moved.

Thanks again to Siren for casting me in the show. I love doing Boot Camp. I love performing at Attitudes. It’s such a fun crowd and I cannot wait to show everyone what I have in store for Last Saturday Strip!!

Goodbye, my baby

Yesterday I had to make a decision no pet owner wants to make. It was time. Woem, our furry baby of 15 years, was showing signs that the Cancer was causing him pain.  My husband made the call to schedule the final vet appointment.

Late last night I sat on the couch and he got on my lap and purred. Even in his dying state, he still had love for me. I cried. I cried and cried and told him how sorry I was. That we’d keep him alive forever in memory. We have a voice we use when we talk for him. It’s a grumpy old man voice and it will always be known as Woem’s.

Today I shall pick up the girls from school, bring them home, and break the news. Tonight we will have a party in his honor. The girls can decide the type of party. Maybe movies and cuddling? Dressing up and dancing? I want them to explore how to deal with grief. Everyone has different ways of dealing.

Rabbit is coming over. He and Woem had a special bond. I’ve invited Shortney, my husband’s lady. Woem had the biggest crush on Shortney.

This is another side of my poly life. It’s not always sex and scandal. It’s mostly about love and the complexities of human emotions.