Happy Slutmas, said the host numerous times
Happy Xmas to the Xmas celebrants among you. Guessing most everyone is either offline or buried in the Yuletide reveals today, but as neither of those things describes me, and as it is 15 degrees outside before wind chill, here is a post. There may even be a second one later. WHO KNOWS.
Last night I went to see The Slutcracker, a burlesque version of The Nutcracker, at the Somerville Theater, which is the Davis Square counterpart to the beautiful art deco Coolidge Corner Theater in Brookline. What a hoot. Raunchy and funny and impressive.
It seems they put on the show every year with a few updates, but the basic plot remains the same: Clara, who has just become engaged to be married, receives not a nutcracker but a dildo/vibrator from sexy aunt Drosselmeyer. The fiancé huffs off with hurt pride, the vibrator comes alive, and it (he) and Clara watch and/or participate in an hour and a half's worth of sex-positive fantasy dances. Lots of beautiful bodies of many shapes and colors, stripping down; pole dancing, ballet, flamenco, classic burlesque, etc.; leather, whips, drag, puppy play, dominatrices, silk scarf breathplay, orgies, dancing batteries, you name it. Probably nothing more need be said than that the "snow" for the Waltz of the Snowflakes came out the top of a giant candy cane-striped phallus that Clara licked. And that there was a happy ending wherein the sexually awakened, confident Clara convinces fiancé that it's okay to share their bed with the vibrator... and one of the chorus girls.
Here is a (NSFW) photo gallery from 2011 that is close to what this year's looks like; hopefully they'll have 2013 up soon.
(Actually, what took me by surprise about the whole thing was the 30 or 40 minutes of intro material wherein the host, a gay man in makeup and a Santa costume, called up volunteers from the audience to tell stories about their best orgasms in 2013, to fulfill "12 ways of coming" for the last night of their 12 days of Christmas theme. People around me speculated about how many of them were plants, since the host knew several of their names and hardly one of them seemed like they weren't performing [which could be a comment on 'today's youth' and the community surrounding the show as much as anything]. Still, it was unexpected and revealing, especially in contrast to the sort of people I work with. Although I suppose you never know.)
Last night I went to see The Slutcracker, a burlesque version of The Nutcracker, at the Somerville Theater, which is the Davis Square counterpart to the beautiful art deco Coolidge Corner Theater in Brookline. What a hoot. Raunchy and funny and impressive.
It seems they put on the show every year with a few updates, but the basic plot remains the same: Clara, who has just become engaged to be married, receives not a nutcracker but a dildo/vibrator from sexy aunt Drosselmeyer. The fiancé huffs off with hurt pride, the vibrator comes alive, and it (he) and Clara watch and/or participate in an hour and a half's worth of sex-positive fantasy dances. Lots of beautiful bodies of many shapes and colors, stripping down; pole dancing, ballet, flamenco, classic burlesque, etc.; leather, whips, drag, puppy play, dominatrices, silk scarf breathplay, orgies, dancing batteries, you name it. Probably nothing more need be said than that the "snow" for the Waltz of the Snowflakes came out the top of a giant candy cane-striped phallus that Clara licked. And that there was a happy ending wherein the sexually awakened, confident Clara convinces fiancé that it's okay to share their bed with the vibrator... and one of the chorus girls.
Here is a (NSFW) photo gallery from 2011 that is close to what this year's looks like; hopefully they'll have 2013 up soon.
(Actually, what took me by surprise about the whole thing was the 30 or 40 minutes of intro material wherein the host, a gay man in makeup and a Santa costume, called up volunteers from the audience to tell stories about their best orgasms in 2013, to fulfill "12 ways of coming" for the last night of their 12 days of Christmas theme. People around me speculated about how many of them were plants, since the host knew several of their names and hardly one of them seemed like they weren't performing [which could be a comment on 'today's youth' and the community surrounding the show as much as anything]. Still, it was unexpected and revealing, especially in contrast to the sort of people I work with. Although I suppose you never know.)