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holy whoa.

So the past week and a half has been intense, to say the least. From shows to sushi to sweating to superheroes to sweet baby Jesus in a jam jar, things have just been a big ol’ ball of wow.

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My personal life has been bananas lately, but my life on the road even more so. I took a little trip to Jacksonville at the beginning of the month to do a show with the incomparable Mary Contrary and the gender-bender Spikey van Dykey. I drove up early to spend time with a few friends (who make Jacksonville extra exciting & awesome), grab some sushi, and hit up a Starbucks [naturally].

nom.

After hang time, I put my face on and headed to the Metro to meet up with the crew. We pranced, we danced, and we played with all the cool kids in Jax. I was surprised by a few faces [that seems to keep happening lately…], and I stared at Mary’s boobs.

Good times. ;)

I got on the road home, and I’m driving my tired little booty down I-95 when I get a 911-emergency text from Vita. Vita DeVoid, Franki Markstone, and Kissa von Addams, all fabulous showgirls, had be been booked {literally} across the street from where I was performing that night. {I tried to sneak across to see the girls do their bump ‘n grind, but I couldn’t get away! Sad trombones}. Even more sad trombones, the girls blew out their tire on their way home (!).

So they called the lesbian. haha I turned my lil’ Honda right around and went off to save some showgirls!

I gave them my spare, and then stole Franki [because she’s mah gurl!], and headed back home to Orlando, finally. 6 a.m. and we made it home! Vita & Kissa took it nice and slow on the road with my lil’ spare, but everyone made it home, safe & sound. yay.

After the Jacksonville insanity, I got to join forces with Spikey AND Franki again to get naughty with the girlies at Rev.

YES, PLEASE!

I love Revolution SO MUCH. A sea of lesbians. What more could a girl ask for, really? ;)

After the weekend was done & dusted, I woke up Monday morning to a text from Charlotte over at Macbeth Photography that said something along the lines of: “How fast can you be a superhero? We need you!”

They were testing out a new concept, and I’m the only person they know who can hop in a phone booth and show up ready to go in just a few minutes. Secret identities and latex. My life.

I love being a test subject/friends with such talented people. We get to play around and silliness ensues. Like my face. ^

After morphing back into just regular ole’ Eveleena, I got ready for what promised to be an incredible night: The xx were in town! I bought tickets THE DAY they went on sale, and I’d been waiting for this show for MONTHS!

The show was amazing, I was with amazing people, and it was an amazing night.

It was also bittersweet. In a really awful way. [But I already wrote about that in my diary, and you guys don’t need to be reading sad stories…]

Anyway, moving on!

I’m a lucky sonofagun and I have the most beautiful, amazing friends in the world. I got to spend some tea time with two of them, Mollie & the Ninja…

[gorgeous girls!!!]

and help Mollie paint her new place, 80s montage style.

These girls are real superheros. I don’t know what I’d do without them. Especially because they make me take the time to stop, rest, be with people who love me, and chill for once. Le sigh!

But that never lasts for too long! This girl is on the go!

Wednesday was another trip to the Mystery Sketch Theater, where I got to pose for some stupid-amazing, ridiculously talented artists!

Who end up doing amazing things with pencil, paper, digital tools, and I’m pretty sure magic.

Thursday I spent the entire day finishing my costumes for our big Les Vixens burlesque debut at NV!

Hello, ass shot! hah

The show was FABULOUS and I can’t wait till next month! Franki & Veronica KILLED IT, and our absolutely lovely stage kitten, Krystina, was all kinds of eye candy as she helped us be our very best, bumpin’ & grindin’. I think it’s just going to get bigger and better and fabulous-er every month. I hope you can check it out sometime!

Last night it was back to Jacksonville, my home away from home, with Franki & Evie for a show at the Norm.

We ended up putting on our show and then hanging out late with all the little kitties. I swear, Jacksonville has a secret lesbian scene full of hot ass girls who are awesome. I’ve decided I want to be besties with all of them. ::writes in planner- “Make friends with [more] hot ass lesbians”::

I love having goals.

So something crazy happened on Tuesday. You guys ready for storytime? Get comfy.

Growing up, I had a best friend named Jill. I’m talking, EPIC best friend. We met before we hit puberty, and spent the next ten years going through EVERYTHING together. The awkward years [I’m still in mine]. Middle school. High school. Family shiz. The Spice Girls. We understood each other in ways that were inexplicable. This girl taught me how to walk in high heels, that eyeliner can be your best friend or worst enemy, and how to embrace femininity. I taught her to not take things so seriously, that there’s more to life than boys & church, and that jogging in heels is probably not a good idea.

I’d show up at her house, covered in dirt from playing outside, and she’d reapply lipgloss and make me take off my shoes. Our conversations were made up entirely of inside jokes, and I have never laughed the same way with anyone else. I always thought she was gorgeous, but she never saw that her curves were a good thing. My family was really dysfunctional [but amazing], and her family was super nuclear [but über strict & conservative]. So she had some serious Christian indoctrination going on, and I was a serious free spirit. We were the original odd couple. Tomboy awkward girl and misguided Marilyn Monroe.

We were inseparable. This girl changed my life, and that’s not hyperbole.

And then I met my first girlfriend, Brittany. Jill was the first person I told. I ran up to her the day after I met Brittany, and said, “I met a girl! I think I’m bisexual! We’re going on a date! Omgahhhh WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

And at first, Jill was super supportive [hooray!]. But then something happened. I don’t know what, exactly, but I’m pretty sure it had to do with the fact that she was raised in a strict Christian home where the idea of homosexuality was cut & dry: it’s WRONG and homosexual love is Satan’s pornography. Or whatever they teach in Sunday school these days…

Jill was moving away to attend a Christian school in Tennessee (doesn’t sound promising, does it?), and about a week after she moved I got a message from her on Myspace [oh, lawd, good old Myspace!] where she told me she doesn’t agree with my “lifestyle” and she’s going to “pray” for me and Brittany. Oh, and to consider this the end of our friendship.

You guys, she totally drank the Kool-Aid.

I died. She was the only person who I lost when I came out of the closet. And it killed me so much more because I KNEW with every fiber in my body that Jill was NOT homophobic. I KNEW she would and could love me no matter what. I knew that her soul and her essence and who she is was NOTHING like that message I got on Myspace.

We ran into each other a few times after that, but I was still dating girls and she was still conflicted as fuck.

Flash-forward, six years later, to this past Tuesday. I’m sitting at Starbucks with Mollie and I get a text. It’s from Jill. My heart stops. And it says,

“Eveleena Danielle!!! I fucking miss you and want to see you perform. I fucking love you so much and am so sorry for being a judgmental prick. I have learned so much about how wrong I was. Love is love and I’m sorry. I’m with a bunch of gays who LOVE you. And I was like omg she and I used to dance to ABBA in 5th grade!!!! I love you and we’re coming to see you at Rev.”

I dropped my phone. We started texting because god dammit, I will always love this girl, and apparently she reads my blog, hangs out with gay peeps who know me, and has thought about me just as much as I have thought about her.

GLORY HALLELUJAH! Baby Jesus be praised, she has seen the light!

So she’s coming to Rev. TONIGHT. And I haven’t seen her in SIX YEARS. And now she’s going to watch me whip my hair and holy shit, you guys.

So I’m off to get ready for a killer night at Rev, a reunion of epic proportions, and maybe to make some new hot ass lezzie friends. Wish me luck!

xx

…among other things. ;)

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Well, for me…

I was asked to perform with an incredible group of girls at a private party for the grand opening of Pop City Comics’ new store on International Drive. We got our nerdy on.

I, of course, opted for my Poison Ivy number.

And these were our nerdy Burlesque AllStars!

From Left: Vita DeVoid as Mystique from X-Men. Yours truly as Poison Ivy. Gams Dee Vyne as Captain America, Tayeh Moore as The White Rabbit from The Dark Knight, Red Haute as Nurse Betty, and Kissa von Addams as The Penguin from Batman.

We had a blast playing around in the dressing room beforehand, and then it was SHOWTIME!

and just for fun! wiggle wiggle

I opened the show and then hosted. From here.

And there. [{Giving nerdy boys & girls heart attacks. ;)}]

The show was incredible - cheers to our gorgeous line-up as we take our bow!

*all photos of myself & the ladies [aside from the two camera phone photos at the opening of this post] were taken by the fantastic Russ Watkins of RW Photographics. He’s rad.

After this show, I had to haul my flowery ass across town to Revolution.

Get out of my leafy lingerie.

Get rid of the Poison Ivy face.

And get into my dominatrix-dubstep look for our Les Vixen show!

Then I danced the night away!

Got covered in dollar bills. [hooray!]

And finally made it home.

Only to have to be a super hero once again, and kill a cockroach as the Bunny screamed.

All in all, it was a wonderful Saturday. But for me, just business as usual. ;)

xx