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mcmilky

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Sex Professionals of Canada proudly presesnt their fundraiser
Bawdy House Burlesque
An evening of sex worker cabaret
featuring performances by
Miss Kitty Galore
Mirha Soile Ross
Renne Nay
Tanya Cheex
The Saucy Tarts
The *****moans
Wendy & Danielle
Illogik
Valerie Scott

August 16th 2006
The Gladstone Hotel
1214 Queen St. West

Doors open at 7:30pm, show begins at 8:00pm
Tickets are $15.00 and are available at the door.
For more info contact vscott@spoc.ca or visit www.spoc.ca or call 416-364-5603
 

Kewlies

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May I ask the difference between burlesque compared to the type of exotic dancing now seen in the strip clubs.
 

ackack

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Burlesque dancers entertain and put on a show.
Exotic dancers walk back and forth.:p (tongue in cheek)
If you haven't been to burlesque, go and see. You most likely will have a good time. It's fun, funny and sexy.
Where modern dancers strip to their heels and nothing else, burlesque dancers mostly go down to tassles on their boobs and undies.
The 3 shows(so I'm no expert) I've seen use comedy, live music(The Wets Spots), an onstage announcer, little skits/stories, great outfits and old type stripper music. No lap dances. Strip club dancers come out and dance for 3 songs, burlesque dancers come out for one song, leave the stage, another woman comes out for one, and they all rotate like that kind of.
I find it fun so I had to blab about it.
 

Svend

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I see this is on tonight, it sounds like an evening of fun entertainment. :p
 

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Madison Doll said:
Morgan and I are planning to attend! see you there!
I'd guess much of the fun would be checking out the audience, are you gals going all tarted up? :p
 

Morgan Ellis

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It was a great show! Madison and I were there, and Sweet Sasha made it later in the evening (and then proceeded to win two of the draws!).

It was fun, and Mirha Soleil Ross was incredible with her spoken word piece 'Dear John - an Ode to Good Clients'. The Saucy Tarts, Can Can girls extrordinaire, were also amazing.

Good job, Valerie et al at SPOC!

But, oh... my aching, hung over head!

Morgan
 

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SPOC Fundraiser last night; a review...

Great night all in all. I was on guest list so got free entry... but in the end costs me about $50. with all raffle tickets, DVD, T-shirt etc. The MC was great, CoCo what's her name?, the stage maid... how could you not love her, Wendy at the start with her take on being a sex worker compared to later years when she went into construction had me in stitches, Mirha-Soleil Ross hit me in the heart and funny bone at the same time,(bought her DVD), then at the end really enjoyed Carmen, too bad I forget what she said was her web addy, I like to read some of the lyrics of her songs if she has them posted, Oh and the girl who did Jade... my name is Jade that was good(bought her book of poetry)…over all a good night, excellent in fact. $50. well spent and all for a good cause. Can’t wait till the next one.

Oh and all the ladies in the crowd... better then any mall cruising for eye candy... some nice sweeties there for sure.

P.S. Only saw two board memebers there that I knew... anybody else go? You all missed a good time, you all that missed it.
 

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TheNiteHwk said:
P.S. Only saw two board memebers there that I knew... anybody else go? You all missed a good time, you all that missed it.
Hey, I was there, where were you sitting?

BTW, it was a wonderfully entertaining evening. I loved the opera singer.
 

mcmilky

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Mirha's Dear John

Here's Mirha's monologe on her favorite johns.

The following names are heard in voice-over before Mirha-Soleil starts her monologue:
Alexandre, Camille, Abel, Sacha, Simon, Raoul, Jean-Pierre, François, Mathieu, Angelo, Kwan, Mohamed, Alain, Miguel, Gabriel, Rafael, Eduardo, Kori, Benoit, Thomas, Said, Gilles, Maurice, Albert, Réjean, Cédric, Carmine, Sylvain, Philippe, Carlos...

And of course I shouldn’t forget Johhhhnnn!

How easy it is to stereotype millions of men when they are all referred to as Johhhhhhn! Might as well call them Dick.

Sexist hypocrites cheating on their wives... Horny brutes willing to buy women’s bodies... Ugly boogey-men in trench coats objectifying women...

In my book: a bunch of mostly nice guys whose invisibility is perhaps the political missing link to the obtainment of prostitutes’ rights.

As prostitutes we too often focus on the few bad tricks: the abusive ones who sneak through our screening process, the jerks who set up appointments and never show up, the clumsy twits who squeeze our tits too hard, the ones with cheesy dicks and the foul drunks and the ones who purposely take more time than they paid for to come... Those make for vivid stories at dinner parties and at performance art events.

And feminism has had squat shit impact on these guys. All feminism ever did is make the sweetest of my clients feel guilty and make me have to spend extra time playing political therapist, having to reassure them that no, they are not hurting my sense of self... That if I feel exploited at a hundred and fifty bucks an hour, I need a serious reality check and that yes, they should continue seeing me cause otherwise I’ll be stuck with only stinky assholes to sleep with as clients.

I don’t know if it is because they stand in such extreme contrast to the way they are portrayed by feminists but there is something in my clients, in their tenderness and gestures towards me that I find deeply moving.

It’s in their voices when they finally get a hold of me on the phone... It’s in their smiles when they open the door and invite me in... It’s in the sparkles of light I see in their eyes when I say: "First I collect my money and then I tickle your nipples". It’s in the way they tense their bodies and hold their breath when I very gently put my lips on those neglected areolas and start sucking on them... It’s in their shivering skin when I slowly work my way up to kiss their tight necks... When I start rubbing my body against theirs, it’s in these few seconds when it feels like we’re suspended in time and they hold on and hold on and hold on as long as they can before finally allowing themselves to release decades of repressed desires... It’s in their nervously shaking moist hands trying to caress me with the intentions of the best lovers. Then it’s in their goose bumps and gluttony and giggling and growling and glowing and glory... It is also in less poetic moments when they say things like: “Those are beautiful tits!” while caressing my implants, which actually feel about as delicate as a pair of five pin bowling balls. For the most part, it is in their courage to see me, a transsexual woman, again and again, because yes, in this culture, it takes courage for a man to get so close, so intimate with an individual whom a large percentage of the population considers a freak.

My clients constantly remind me that with reclaiming prostitution as a fundamental and legitimate service come responsibilities. I recently met Claudio, a very attractive, fit, 38-year-old Italian man, one who had a lovely penis — the kind I like — with enough foreskin to wrap all of next year’s Holiday Season presents. Things were going quite well, we were both enjoying each other but he somehow seemed uncomfortable with his body. At one point he even interrupted our session to take a little break. He wanted to hold me in his arms and caress my hair, but while doing so, I noticed him examining his penis and looking quite perplexed. Just as I thought "Oh no, not another one who wants to know if I find it big enough!", he asked in the most innocent, childlike voice: "Am I circumcised? Because I really don’t know."

Whether I am working with a 600-pound disabled man who can’t reach his penis to masturbate or an intersex guy whose genitals are nothing like the ones you’re used to dealing with or simply the average Joe Blow who wants to start under the blankets cause he’s too shy, the men I meet force me to be sensitive to a certain reality: that I am not dealing with objects here but with complex and vulnerable individuals who can be stricken by as many body image problems, self-concept issues and fears of sexual inadequacy as anyone else.

Some of my clients are married men but it becomes clear when speaking with them that they love their wives, very much enjoy their companionship and, in most cases, want to spend the rest of their lives with them. It’s just that sexuality has become limiting, lifeless, or is absent from the relationship. And every so often I meet a man whose dedication to his wife I find particularly commendable.

Anthony is one of them. He started seeing me years after his wife fell ill due to multiple sclerosis. Every time we’d get together, he would update me on her deteriorating condition and on his struggle trying to keep his family above water; working two jobs in order to afford a private nurse so that his wife wouldn’t be locked up in a hospital room for the rest of her life. Last time I saw him he said she was completely incapacitated and no longer cognizant. He told me with tears in his eyes that he saw prostitutes because the idea of seriously dating any woman while his wife was still alive was emotionally unbearable. And THAT I thought brought true meaning to the word "commitment".

Ali is a man I have been seeing for years. He works for minimum wage at the coat check of a restaurant. He’s been fighting for over a decade with the Immigration system, spending thousands of dollars in legal fees trying to have his wife — of whom he speaks with so much love — join him here. When I found out how much he was earning an hour and about his costly ordeal with Immigration, I felt concerned, so I told him that maybe he should reconsider spending money to see me. "Don’t worry!" he insisted —rightfully offended — adding that it was all budgeted and that all his meagre tips were set aside just to see me. "If I didn’t spend a few minutes of joy with someone, anyone nice every couple of months", he concluded abruptly, "I’d probably kill myself!"

Michael is a man I saw only once. He called me for an appointment and mentioned that he was sexually inexperienced, that he had been with very few women in his life, never with a transsexual, and that he felt very intimidated. It was a busy day, I was high on Jolt-Cola, juggling prostitution with a million chores related to my "political" and "artistic" life, so I said in a sales pitch tone, "I’ll be right there to take good care of you". He was a tall, handsome 60-year-old who spoke and moved with the grace and grounded serenity of James Earl Jones. Our rendez-vous unfolded perfectly so before we parted he said "Thank you!" which they always do, so I replied very mechanically "You’re welcome!" But he took my hand, held it over his heart; he gave me the sweetest "bisou" on the left cheek and said: "I mean thank you!" I could tell there was more to this "thank you" than simple gratitude for activating his vas deferens so I asked why. He told me that he had been with his wife for 40 years, that she had died two years earlier, that he had never been with anyone other than her in all these years and that he thought he’d never again feel at ease being intimate with someone, until he heard my French accent on an escort service line.

These are times when I feel like revolting against this system that is ready to condemn and even jail us for caressing, kissing, and holding each other... These are times when I rid myself of all the fears and anxieties I have about the long-term ramifications of being a prostitute, a social pariah... These are times when I feel like it’s worth growing into an old, tired, bitter, dried-up whore... These are times when I feel like there was, indeed, a higher calling for me to sacrifice my personal reputation, comfort, safety, social status, and even my freedom for a greater good.
 
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