May 2011
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Ode to Cicadas →
On why I love cicadas, and a mini-Etsy Obsession post rolled in!
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Have any oddities or quirks you'd care to share?
I always read magazines back to front, and I like to tear out all the double-sided ads. I’m not really sure why. It’s kind of a compulsion but it gives me lots of joy.
Ask me anything
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Got any bad habits you wish you could break?
Yes!
I am extremely unpunctual, even when I plan for being early.
It’s in my blood. My mother’s family motto is Sero Sed Serio, which means “Late, but in Earnest.”
Ask me anything
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How do you eat fire?
I get asked this all the time. The short answer is, put the fire in your mouth and close your mouth. Don’t breathe in, unless you want fiery lungs.
The longer answer is, it requires a lot of breath control. You can’t breathe in, and you don’t really breathe out unless you’re doing a specific trick. Yoga really helped prepare me for the breathing involved. It’s very...
“Curvy women are real women. Skinny women are real women. Women who have had boob...”
– Hugo Schwyzer (via dickfacedamour)
Yes!
Slayed by St Louis
The Show-Me Burlesque Festival wore me out! Too much Jameson, cabbie conversations concerning merkins, looking F-F-F-FINE, struts with margaritas, itchy glove peels, recruiting burlesque virgins, so much fire dancing, GPS fail, toilet seat glitter, short ass sequin dresses, curling iron protector dildos, stilt walking bubble gun shooting giraffes, making out with bearded ladies, and gorgeous boys...
“Yes. My fingers are dancing across your ass.”
– @freyanator to me today in class. Sexy. (via shandennsays)
It’s true. Come to my classes and you too, might have my fingers dancing across your bum.
“Advice for young feminists? Do something else besides feminism. I’m serious. The...”
– Latoya Peterson (via all y’all / whereisyourline.org)
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What was your first experience with death?
My paternal grandfather passed away when I was five. I knew what death was in the plainest sense or someone going away and never coming back, but that is a hard concept for a five year old. My parents were both extremely grief stricken. I remember my one year old brother, who would crawl around and around and around my grandpa’s chair, waiting for him. I remember hiding in a bush with my...
