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jack_babalonHit the Star Bar last night. A friend of mine wanted to go check out the Black Sheep Burlesque autism fundraiser playing there. BSB are the latest troop to join our cities veritable army of burlesque performers. Everyday their numbers grow. In fact they say that there is currently an estimated three burlesque performers for every one cop in the ATL. Now add to these considerable numbers the ranks of the Atlanta Rollergirl war-tribes and those numbers practically double!
This is a lot scarier than it initially sounds.
Imagine a potential sequel to The Warriors, only instead of a legion of delightfully color coordinated street gangs threatening to unite and take over a late 70's New York City you'll have something even more frightening... a full fledged Lipstick Amazon Uprising. I can see it now: Flash mobs of leather corseted Boudica's overturning squad cars! Fishnet armored Hippolyta's ransacking churches, pulling down crucifixes and nailing up Betty Page pin-ups in their place! Black feathered boa savages storming the night clubs of Buckhead and torching them down to the ground! Drunken roller skating pirate Grrrlz throw tattoed rockabilly boys over their shoulders and ride out into the night during, what will soon come to be called, 'The great Rape of Little Five Points'!
The uprising will spread across the South, across the eastern seaboard, eventually flash firing throughout the entire United States and inevitably the revolt will flare up throughout the nations of the world. The armies of man will crumble before them. The presidents, prime ministers and kings will be hunted down and flushed out of hiding. Flags will burn. Money will become a memory. Tom Waits will preach the gospel in the Temples of The Whiskey Artemis! Generations from now, school children will celebrate the Great Lipstick Amazon Uprising with fireworks and chocolate bars.
Make no mistake. I know I will not be spared. I'm not what my Amazon Overlords would call 'Potential breeding stock' and i'm no good with my hands! One day I will look into the dark mascara eyes of my executioner and she will be the last woman I ever fall in love with, seconds before i'm publicly guillotined.
But for now i'm still alive and still here at the show with my friends. I squeeze my way up to the bar in a desperate attempt to grab myself a drink before the first act goes up.
This is a lot scarier than it initially sounds.
Imagine a potential sequel to The Warriors, only instead of a legion of delightfully color coordinated street gangs threatening to unite and take over a late 70's New York City you'll have something even more frightening... a full fledged Lipstick Amazon Uprising. I can see it now: Flash mobs of leather corseted Boudica's overturning squad cars! Fishnet armored Hippolyta's ransacking churches, pulling down crucifixes and nailing up Betty Page pin-ups in their place! Black feathered boa savages storming the night clubs of Buckhead and torching them down to the ground! Drunken roller skating pirate Grrrlz throw tattoed rockabilly boys over their shoulders and ride out into the night during, what will soon come to be called, 'The great Rape of Little Five Points'!
The uprising will spread across the South, across the eastern seaboard, eventually flash firing throughout the entire United States and inevitably the revolt will flare up throughout the nations of the world. The armies of man will crumble before them. The presidents, prime ministers and kings will be hunted down and flushed out of hiding. Flags will burn. Money will become a memory. Tom Waits will preach the gospel in the Temples of The Whiskey Artemis! Generations from now, school children will celebrate the Great Lipstick Amazon Uprising with fireworks and chocolate bars.
Make no mistake. I know I will not be spared. I'm not what my Amazon Overlords would call 'Potential breeding stock' and i'm no good with my hands! One day I will look into the dark mascara eyes of my executioner and she will be the last woman I ever fall in love with, seconds before i'm publicly guillotined.
But for now i'm still alive and still here at the show with my friends. I squeeze my way up to the bar in a desperate attempt to grab myself a drink before the first act goes up.
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on 2006-12-01 05:12 pm (UTC)Where and when should I fetch you?
If so how early did you want to get to the club?
I am timing movies and I am thinking Atlantic Station at 8:10 or 10:30 or N. Dekalb at 7:55 or 10:15....
What are you wearing?
Will it be ok if I am all dolled up "literally" when we go to the movies or should I plan to go to the movies and then change at your place?
You got booze or should I get something on the way to get you? Or should we get something on the way to the movies....
Is that enough questions for you?