Part 1 – This Skinny Woman Is EVIL I HATE her!
At most I will leave the name of the city anonymous.
I'm some fat woman trying not to hide from the world and validate myself without looking presumptuous or stupid.
I know people are not perfect, in fact, humans are, well, for a lack of a better term, depending on whom you've encountered in life , either angels, though very FEW, OR a PIECE OF HUMAN WASTE OF CREATION!
However when you've made rapport with a person who later treats you like shit and never gave a fuck about it when you've called the person out on it, and then it took on a paranormal twist to things.
Yeah, a paranormal twist.
I joined a burlesque troupe from a class I took a long time ago.
When I took the class, I was curious anyway even though my personal self esteem was challenging all by itself.
I became acquainted with the head person there, I think we clicked , though in hindsight I did not have the knowledge then as I do now when people hide behind their characters but don't keep the reality guard close by.
I don't know what people go through in life, they don't tell me, I don't ask.
So I enjoyed going to rehearsals on time, making up my routines and costuming and the performing.
I never felt SO fucking sexy, IDK why that is, but I let the wild woman out of me.
From the crowd's response, I was not a bad performer for doing this once a month.
The only excitement was trying to wait two extra hours to sleep after the show was done and to do it all over again.
For the most part many of the people I met in the troupe were kind and laid back and the respect was mutual.
I actually hated when the emcee gave away my surprise in one of my routines, I wanted to fucking SLAP the shit out of him, I did make my irritation, known , though.
