Chapter Eleven

This chapter would have been a lot longer if I could have gotten away with it.  I enjoyed creating my own burlesque performance and had a lot of fun deciding about costumes, music and punchlines. 

When I spoke to burlesque dancers, one of the things they were consistently frustrated with was being mistaken for strippers and people assuming that their bodies were available to touch or grope.  Redneck Whiskey is an amalgam of all the stories of bad audience members.