Bristol's Badass Burlesque Show
Today, I had a really unpleasant experience with a promoter that ended with me cancelling my performance. I won’t name names here, you can find all of the nasty little details on the SWBC Facebook page. I don’t want to focus on the negative, on the sick little twinge in my stomach, on the fact that I almost went against my better judgement, that I think I’ve only just really realised how vulnerable a woman travelling alone can be and that this promoter might have already got away with really nasty behaviour.
What I choose to focus on instead is the positivity that has and will come from this. I’ve been overwhelmed from the outpouring of concern, advice and support from dancers and promoters. Burlesque can be a lonely pursuit. You travel on your own a lot, stay up late for solitary sewing and hot glue gunning, spend early morning hours amped up from a show, watching “Man vs Food” (don’t act like I’m the only one) in a too quiet hotel room. It is reassuring to know that we do care about each other, that we ARE doing this together, as a community.
The lesson? Follow your gut instinct. Don’t be afraid to call out. Stand up for your sisters (and brothers) and they’ll stand up for you.