Lucy Plenty's Secret Files

The Lady of a Thousand Farces.

Effie's Club Follies' own Secret Agent, Uncovered. (Athens, GA Burlesque)
Phoenix ready to take flight (@Little Kings Athens GA)

Phoenix ready to take flight (@Little Kings Athens GA)

Show night selfie! (@Little Kings Athens GA)

Show night selfie! (@Little Kings Athens GA)



Boobies is such a negative term. I personally vote for the use of yaybies instead.

I will also accept wooters as a replacement for hooters.

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Found this in the loo


Found this in the loo

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I am not known amongst my circle of burlesque/stage performers for having easily transportable, pack-and-go numbers. Props, massive costumes, elaborate makeup or complicated wigs, and numbers with multiple people have all been things I’ve been responsible for. In recent memory my numbers include:

-Multiple props including a soul-capturing mask and an additional person trained in number-specific choreography
-A tear-away bathrobe/straight jacket concealing a gown underneath, multiple wigs worn at the same time, two dancers coordinated with a costume change so they could come back in doctors coats and suction-mark ‘scars’
-A cart with scientific mixing equipment on it and numerous colored liquids (this was later ‘downgraded’ to a train case filled with a cocktail shaker and various glowing liquor bottles)
-A mannequin form that was enthusiastically stabbed and strangled

The last show we did I challenged myself to have no external props and a costume that could be pack-and-go. I succeeded and it was probably my favorite number to date because I could still bust it out and do it at pretty much any time.

This show however

-Multiple food props
-Fake Blood
-additional person with multiple responsibilities/acting duties
-Dangerous shoes
-Giant Iron Throne replica

I’m regressing into becoming the burlesque Gallagher again. Slippery slope covered in raspberry pie filling and impractical foot wear.


youre gonna look so goddamn cool

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Put me in the coffin with both middle fingers up

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Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.” Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

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if a boy ever complains about you kissing him cause he doesnt want to get red lipstick on him or whatever, go kiss a girl cause im sure they won’t mind the free makeover 

also girls are hot

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