#burlycon

[redherringburlesque]

Learnin' them students and missing the international scene something fierce right now. How're my notToronto friends?! - #burlycon #redhead #fishnets #burlesquedancer #burlesque #makeup #redhair (at The Toronto School of Burlesque) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bowy1lzhr0Z/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hu7gk27eww23

[faithgrenade]

🖤 Picked up some pretties from #coca jewelry at #burlycon ! 🖤 #jewelry #accessories #goth #skulls #bones #gothkid #gothgoth #burlesque #shinythings #shiny #bling (at BurlyCon)

[realaftergl0w]

I love this so much! #burlycon mylittlepony #seattle #pride #seattlepride (at Seattle Pride Parade)

[schoolofburlesque]

From Coco Lectric, President of BurlyCon, via her FB

“I’m an American. I’m a Native American, Hopi and Native Texan. My people were beaten, tortured, raped and exterminated. Everything we had, even the story of our history and culture, was stolen from us. I’m Latino, Canary Islander and Indigenous Mexican. My Latino family has lived within the borders of the current United States since the late 1600s, yet we are treated as though we’ve just arrived…illegally. I’m West African. My ancestors were enslaved and faced immeasurable horrors in every way a person can be hurt. We built this country, and yet we receive no acknowledgment for it, instead, we are the targets of the most discrimination, inequality, and violence. I am Polish and Irish. The most recent members of my family to arrive on this continent came here in the 1800s to escape famine and imprisonment for their religious and political affiliations. My white relatives were also enslaved in the south and discriminated against until the mid-20th century. It wasn’t until everyone was forced to forget their culture and assimilate into Anglo-white American culture that they could escape the persecution and discrimination. They could blend in better than my darker relatives, but the hurt never left. My grandparents, with accents to give them away, still picked cotton to support their families, their fingers pricked to the bone, and their skin burning in the Texas sun. I listened to my grandparents, and I don’t forget the stories of my families. It’s hard to fight to survive and fight to better oneself at the same time. I have had the good fortune of access to education, housing, and nourishment. So many of us have only just now been able to enjoy a quality of life that was not just "survival.” Why now are we taking so many steps backward? My American pride and the hope of my ancestors for a better life for their descendants has been so short lived after enduring so much. We were not yet where we needed to be for a more perfect union…and now the prospect of this seems even further away. America is not the dream of the privileged 1%. We ALL make this country. We ALL have these stories if we really look into our histories. We ALL must stand together. The 99% must learn to trust each other after all that we’ve been through, or the 1% and our willingness to blame each other, will kill us all. We have a lot of work to do. if you’re angry about my post, I’m sorry if I didn’t use the exact language that makes you comfortable. I’m sorry if I’m not enough of any of my ancestors’ races to claim them. I’m sorry if you didn’t want to hear that we have had a hard time since the beginning of this nation. For the rest of the world. I’m sorry. A little over ½ of us here are doing the best we can…and most of us are terrified and feel powerless to do anything about it…and yet we still sign petitions, vote, protest, write, and send money to organizations who are also fighting. Most of us are just fighting to work…to survive and feed our families and our bills.

I will not give up. I will not stop creating art and using my voice. I will not give up on making the world more beautiful. May the Powers That Be help us all.“

http://www.cocolectricburlesque.com/

[pearl-e-gates]

Thank you, @delilahburlesque for our official #burlycon roomie uniform!!! I love you! https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg-_CULOFpG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[noromance]

Back from #burlycon, trying to be kind with myself by allowing this body to rest while my mind races with all I have on my plate for the next few days. Back from my mini performance vacation this Friday, I am performing my #marymagdalene Bob Fosse inspired act at @pcatproductionsburlesk's Broadway Burlesque. Btw, I think all those eye contact /eye fucking classes I've taken for the past FIVE burlycons have paid off... #Repost @queergarden (@get_repost) ・・・ .: "Miss Bird, would you mind taking a few seconds for a quick portrait?" DAMN :. Backstage at the @yesnostemosburlesco festival ..... .:"@sweetiebirdburlesque Você se importaria de tomar alguns segundos pra posar para um retrato rápido?" EITA :. Backstage do festival Yes, Nós Temos Burlesco! #Brazilianshowgirl #sway #brazilburlesque #burlesca #burlesquebrazil #lasvegasburlesque #travelingshowgirl #showgirladventures https://www.instagram.com/p/BqF0Y_SF9f0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vmnq5q95n3oa

[vivslyrics]

Day 3 of BurlyCon was a rollercoaster of emotions. The odd feelings of the day before lingered. I woke up so sore and depressed that I decided I wasn’t going to get out of bed. A class I had planned on attending since I looked at class schedule I decided to skip because I felt so awful. I had woken up in tears. I pushed through and made it class. I’m glad I did. It improved my mood. After lunch I tried to go to another class, but the weird feelings of inadequacy kept me from going. I tried to be social and hang out in the hospitality room but I was in there less than 5 minutes and ran back to room because I was so uncomfortable. I stayed there most of the afternoon. And slept. At dinner time I got texts to grab drinks and dinner. I showed up to the restaurant in my Cookie Monster onesie. That dinner was what I needed. Needed to spend some time bonding and chatting with my burlesque friends. I didn’t want to miss story time. And since I felt like a bum most of the day, I felt compelled to turn on the Lady Sapphire Noir Glamour Factor. I went to my room threw on some foundation and lipstick, changed into this gorgeous Wassa gown in my signature color and proceeded to walk through the hotel like I owned the joint. So much sass! The stories told at story time touched my heart, inspired me, made me cry, made me laugh. It gave me the BurlyCon experiences that I longed for. I attended the Peer Reviews. Offered the most helpful feedback I could give and cheered on my fellow performers. It was a full evening. Day 3 was so much better. #ladysapphirenoir #burlycon #burlycon2018 #burlyconxi #day3 #burlesqueperformer #burlesqueeducation #oldhollywoodglamour #pushingthrough #thepowerofglamour #sapphire #signaturecolor #wassa #royalblue #bluehair #storytime #peerreview #persona #timewithfriends #retro #sultrydarkjewelofburlesque #burlesque #emotionalrollercoaster #motivation #fierce #blackpinup #poc #performer #awardwinning (at Hilton Seattle Airport & Conference Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqDFcEklsQy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1mag0l4p3zq9s

[vivslyrics]

Day 3 of BurlyCon was a rollercoaster of emotions. The odd feelings of the day before lingered. I woke up so sore and depressed that I decided I wasn’t going to get out of bed. A class I had planned on attending since I looked at class schedule I decided to skip because I felt so awful. I had woken up in tears. I pushed through and made it class. I’m glad I did. It improved my mood. After lunch I tried to go to another class, but the weird feelings of inadequacy kept me from going. I tried to be social and hang out in the hospitality room but I was in there less than 5 minutes and ran back to room because I was so uncomfortable. I stayed there most of the afternoon. And slept. At dinner time I got texts to grab drinks and dinner. I showed up to the restaurant in my Cookie Monster onesie. That dinner was what I needed. Needed to spend some time bonding and chatting with my burlesque friends. I didn’t want to miss story time. And since I felt like a bum most of the day, I felt compelled to turn on the Lady Sapphire Noir Glamour Factor. I went to my room threw on some foundation and lipstick, changed into this gorgeous Wassa gown in my signature color and proceeded to walk through the hotel like I owned the joint. So much sass! The stories told at story time touched my heart, inspired me, made me cry, made me laugh. It gave me the BurlyCon experiences that I longed for. I attended the Peer Reviews. Offered the most helpful feedback I could give and cheered on my fellow performers. It was a full evening. Day 3 was so much better. #ladysapphirenoir #burlycon #burlycon2018 #burlyconxi #day3 #burlesqueperformer #burlesqueeducation #depressionsucks #pushingthrough #thepowerofglamour #sapphire #signaturecolor #wassa #royalblue #bluehair #storytime #peerreview #persona #timewithfriends #sultrydarkjewelofburlesque (at Hilton Seattle Airport & Conference Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqDBKdmlsiw/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=v74erzp36xjn