Like watching sausage getting made

     Before I start with the main subject of this post, I would just take a moment to talk about some people. I have spent a long time, too much time, talking about people I do not want to be around. I got to stop doing that because I am #blessed to be spending a lot of my time with people I want to be around. I have great roommates and friends that I hang with most times on the daily and I am doing well, thanks.

      • So you know the idiom about if you like sausages, don’t watch them get made? The idea being that if something is like watching sausage get made something unpleasant will be revealed. Well my friends, I have seen the sausage get made and worked in that factory and it is just as unpleasant and filled with animals guts as you think. I can be super candid and revealing but I will just leave it at that.
      • If we are not friends outside of Facebook, you do not message or comment on my page, why do we need to be friends on Facebook? Why does it matter if I am your friend or not? I do not have to like you, look at you, talk to you or be any sort of some type of way to you. Get over yourselves if you can’t handle being unfriended on Facebook. It’s unbecoming and unprofessional.
      • If you can’t talk to me in person, but have to go through someone else when talking about me, what makes you think I want to talk/deal with you in the first place?
      • I just have resting bitch face. And I hate everyone. *Shurgs*
      • Yes, there is a problem/rift in burlesque. Deal with it. It’s stupid here in Albuquerque. It’s stupid because cliques are stupid and that’s all this is ; a clique.
      • Yes, I have been very negative about burlesque. Those are my personal feelings. I am going to express them. If you still enjoy performing and the burlesque life, and your Glitter Tribe, good for you. Enjoy them and have a lot of fun.  As for me, I feel the exact opposite.
      • Part of me feels like I just drank the Kool-Aid in Jim Jones’ cult and now instead of reaching the Promised Land, I’m just a nameless, faceless cult victim who got caught up in the possibility of enlightenment.
      • I did not benefit from BHoF. I do not see it the way I used to, which was a step in the right direction or a boost up. No, BHoF is a good way to spend a lot of money and play the game of “lets dodge the sexual predator.”
      • I mean raise your hands if you’ve every been assulted at a show. It’s a real fucking treat. Just be sure to spit in their face and end with your tits out. 😉
      • But BLACKERY why are you still performing if you don’t like the scene? Well, where else can I perform? I’m a performer. I’m good at it. It’s what I do best. What else can I do? No matter the club, bar, stage, format, it will always be this. I’ve done recitals for dance, community theather. It’s all the same. 
      • But BLACKERY why don’t you do your own show or form your own burlesque troupe? Fuck no! The last thing this place needs is another burlesque troupe or performer collective because that’s gonna make it better. *eye roll* I don’t know what would help. Oh wait, yes I do! $18 million bucks and my own theater would help.
      • If there is no friendship in show business, then I do not see the reason why I have to be “friends” with everyone.
      • If you want to see me perform, you can pay me to be at your show. You have to pay me more than $20-35-$50. I am worth so much more than that. A lot of performers are worth more than that. If you want great entertainers at your show, you will pay them as such. If you want consistently great audiences, and filled seats, you will pay your performers what they are worth.
    • To those that are afraid of me and think I’m a mean bitch, BOO!
    • To those that don’t give a shit,  BYE!
    • To those that are upset, weep not little one. There is more to be miserable about in the world.

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Shove It.

I figured it out. I figured out what I need to do in order to get my thoughts straightened out. I need to do affirmations. Not just any affirmations, but affirmations for cynics.

I’m in the middle of reading Think and Grow Rich. Yeah. The middle. I haven’t finished it. I put it down and I haven’t picked it up. Same thing with Wishcraft: How to Get What You Really Want. They have a fantastic message and I realize that for the right person with the right mindset they can achieve success. But for me I really need to get over the cynical hump. It’s a huge hump. Because as my boyfriend said, for affirmations to work you have to put feeling behind them. And if I’m just saying something I don’t believe, well……….

Luckily Sarah Wells and Ann Thornhill have come out with a book called Today I Will Nourish My Inner Martyr: Affirmations for Cynics.  I think I can get behind this:

·Today I will equate material possessions with love.
·Today I will taunt others until they cry, then tell them they are too sensitive.
·Today I will make a new friend based solely on how he or she can further my career.
·Today I will respect my need to sabotage everyone else’s success

Yeah I’m gonna try to find it at the local bookstore tomorrow.  Review to follow if I’m not too busy being awesome.

The Fonts!

Check out all the different fonts that I got going on.  It’s like a graphic designers worst nightmare. Bwhahahahahahha.

Anyway, last fucking day of the month. Hallelujah! January, you have sucked. This past week you have taken everything out of me and it has taken what little kerosene strength I have had to not set myself on fire. ( I blame the homosexuals. They are so dramatic.)


And no I can’t just comb it out and reset it.

Costume and Life Inspiration: Rick James


Ever since I cut my hair, I’ve been noticing the similarities between myself and the notorious Rick James.

I need these boots!!

Do you see it? I see it. 

These costumes are screaming to be in my possession.  Anytime there is a white chick in a thong with horns and fur n’ leatha ankelets, you know a party is going on. There will be no sadness. Only celebration bitches!!

And I can’t forget about the studded jumpsuit that is worn throughout the Super Freak video. I can’t embed the video.