Well it seems the universe is throwing me a new challenge. I thought I would share the rough (very rough) first draft.
Here I stand. Here I stand dressed in a gorilla suit. Here I stand in a gorilla suit in front of a sell out audience. In Hull. I am a burlesque dancer. Or a performer. Hell even an artiste if you will or can stretch your imagination that far. Burlesque is now my job, lifestyle and profession; which is no mean feat given the financial climate ripping the arse hole out of nation and stealing all of its smiles. Stood out on this stage in a gorilla suit probably isn’t what my mother had in mind when she popped me out way back all those years in Exeter after a grueling labour. The baby so ‘ugly’ her mother refused photos. The girl who ‘grew into her nose’ all those many years ago back in secondary school. Yet here I stand, slightly moist from the thick fur that makes up my gorilla suit: a woman. No longer the bullied ginger girl of the West Country. No longer strapping my early developed breasts down with bandages to stop the boys grabbing them. No longer Emoo, a silly childish nickname. I am now Khandie Khisses. Billed as ‘The Tornado of Burlesque’. I am, so I hear.
