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Cameryn Moore’s Austin Sidewalk Smut

Along with her slut (r)evolution show, Cameryn Moore performs other pieces as well as sets up her Sidewalk Smut stands in the cities she tours. The basic idea is that she sets up on a popular street in the city and sits with a sign and a typewriter. If you’re lucky enough to be walking along the street she’s at, you can give her a $10 or more suggested donation, and she will interview you for a few minutes, and then after 10-15 minutes she will read you your own custom piece of erotica.

After watching Cameryn’s amazing performance last Friday, I knew I wanted to get my own personalized story at one of these “smut stands.” Last night my friend Nicole was visiting Austin, and we went downtown, so of course we stopped by Cameryn’s stand on dirty 6th. When we first got there she was already working on a custom piece, so we had a drink before returning to where she was parked beneath Blind Pig. When we got there, she asked Jake and I a bunch of questions like,

“Hardcore or softcore?”

“Public or private?”

“Surprise or no surprise?”

“Pain or no pain?”

“Cake or pie?”

“What do you call his/her junk?”

Etc.

After the short interview, we went to another bar while she created our custom smut, and when we returned she read us a sexy story about Jake spanking me during a tipsy game of truth or dare at a party. We were both turned on by the story and had a good laugh at her autograph that read, “To Penny & Jake–it’s not a good sex party until someone is crying!”

We loved it, put it in the car so it wouldn’t get messed up throughout the night, and went back to Shakespeare’s. Before we  left for the night, Nicole decided she wanted a custom piece also, and she too loved her story that explored her submissive side, with another awesome autograph, “To Nicole, just remember some holes need more lube than others!”

I’m so glad Jake, Nicole, and I all got some custom smut from Cameryn’s smut stand. But I was also very upset when I later saw her Facebook post about the night because apparently some guy stole $20 from her box while she was hugging an excited customer. I like to think Austin is a pretty friendly place, but dirty 6th (East 6th Street where the long stretch of cheap bars are) can get pretty damn seedy at night, unfortunately.

I took this last photo of her stand from across the street on the balcony at Shakespeare’s. I didn’t have my camera just my phone, hence the blurry camera photos.

Sabra johnSin’s Back to Burlesque Show

Sabra slowly peels off one silky white glove and then the other, and the increasingly vocal audience cheers as more pieces of her vintage style lingerie fall to the floor, revealing her petite yet curvy figure and smooth, ivory skin. After more teasing, dancing, and wicked looks, stripped to only a tiny double string thong and sparkly pasties, Sabra stands beneath the giant rainbow on stage, and shimmies and shakes as it begins to rain, water cascading over her near naked body and her fiery red curls. This was the elaborate finale for Sabra johnsin’s Back to Burlesque show at Haven, an event put on to not only entertain but also to help raise money for Q Austin, a nonprofit organization that strives to help prevent the spread of HIV and AIDS.

I met Sabra a few years back when I modeled a bikini in her Visions of Virgos fashion show, and ever since I’ve been a big fan of her modeling. I noticed early on that she definitely isn’t your typical mainstream model, and one of the images that initially attracted me to her work was a bloody horror image of her “dead” in a bathtub.  Since I’m a big fan of Austin burlesque, I’ve been meaning to catch one of her shows, and I’m glad I braved the rain last Friday night to go see her acts for the first time.

The show started later than expected (as do most burlesque shows it seems) and opened with a performance by the up and coming drag sensation Phearia johnSin, who was also the emcee for the night. In my opinion the definition of a true performer is one who can overcome an occasional slip up graciously, and Phearia proved she is here to stay when she tripped on her heel during a dance move and turned what could have been a disastrous and disruptive fall into a seductive floor roll. The audience yelled with extra enthusiasm as she then threw off her heels, embracing the situation and finishing her playful and sexy routine.

 

Next up was Goldie Candela, who brought the storm from outside into the club as she shivered under an umbrella and began dancing to “Pennies from Heaven” with her classic pin up expressions and fluid, gypsy like signature hip and arm movements. Goldie is always striking with her ornate outfits and glamorous look, but what makes her one of my favorite performers is her aurora and stage personality; it’s obvious that she’s really enjoying the show, and her adorable smile and enthusiasm make me want to get up on stage and dance with her.

After Goldie’s act, Sabra entered the stage in glittering black lingerie and heels, dancing to classic burlesque music as she effortlessly unlaced her corset and threw the rest of her costume to the floor. After she climbed into her 6 foot, rhinestoned Absinthe glass, Sabra splashed and teased and spun around the in the water with skill that would have made Dita Von Teese proud. My favorite moments in her performance were the subtly suggestive ones, like when she licked her wet finger and when she thrusted her hips towards the ceiling as she balanced on the edges of the sparkling glass.

The show also featured diverse acts from former Queen of Burlesque Coco Lectric, Gemmi Galactic from Head Over Heels Burlesque, and Kierstin johnSin, Sabra’s younger sister. Coco stunned the audience as always with her luscious curves as she feverishly danced to Lady Gaga’s Marry the Night. While many burlesque performers have that cute, cheesecake vibe, Coco has a fierce, dominant, unapologetic seduction, and her raw sex appeal combined with her pro choreography and execution make it no surprise why she is so popular. Gemmi Galactic, a petite brunette with a playful smile, performed a classic and captivating boa routine, and even though her music messed up and paused for a minute, she kept moving and teasing. Kierstin premiered her balloon act, and she looked confident, polished, and absolutely ravishing as she teased us with each “pop.” After the show, there was a raffle for paintings, a piercing, and tattoos from Austin Dermagrahix, and I won the free piercing!

Sabra’s Back to Burlesque Event had everything I expect from a good burlesque show: a variety of acts, elaborate theatrics, intricate costumes, and of course gorgeous, talented performers. Every detail of the event was alluring, from the acts themselves to the sexy panty wrangler to the impromptu spanking of an audience member by Phearia. The only thing I wasn’t in love with was the setup at the venue; it wasn’t ideal for a burlesque performance since the girls were at the same level as the audience, which made it hard for everyone to get a good view, and the lighting was a little off at times. I prefer the setup at other venues with raised stages like Antone’s or the ND, but it was still an amazing show regardless.

Photos courtesy of Steve DeMent Photography

Bedpost Confessions Intimate Salon with Cameryn Moore’s slut (r)evolution

Jake and I didn’t know what to expect as we waited in the lobby area at Salvage Vanguard Theatre in East Austin last night. We had been to two Bedpost Confessions so far, and after those amazing performances, I felt like kicking myself in the ass for not going sooner. This wasn’t a typical Bedpost show though; it was a special “Intimate Salon.” I didn’t really know what that meant, other than that it was at a smaller venue, it was $20 instead of $10, and it was a collaboration with Cameryn Moore’s slut (r)evolution. I knew Julie was the emcee, Sadie was reading a new story, and Etta Strawberry was performing an interactive piece. But who on earth is Cameryn Moore? And what is slut (r)evolution? The description on the Facebook event page was vague, so I searched the program for more clues, but found nothing other than a “for mature audiences only” along with production credits etc.

After the show, I’ve found three important reasons why there isn’t a definitive description on either the event page or program, and they are:

1. How the hell would you describe exactly what the show is? Yes, it was a solo act. Yes, it was a sex related story, or rather series of stories. Yes, it was a theatric performance, complete with scenes, characters, lighting, and props. But it was also so much more…

2. How could you describe the show’s awesomeness? It’s a daunting task. After the show, I met Cameryn at Butterfly Bar and stuttered a clumsy, “I just wanted to say I loved your show, it was the best show I’ve ever seen, oh my god” sort of thing. It wasn’t the most well thought out compliment, and no, I haven’t really been to a ton of shows, but it was all I could come up with on the spot. After more thought, I would like to revise my reaction to this: I was completely captivated from beginning to end, not to mention nervous, aroused, confused, angry, excited, frightened, and laughing my ass off all at the same time.

3.Describing Cameryn’s show is a futile effort. Even though I think my revised description captures more of its essence than “it was the best show ever,” to really see what slut (r)evolution is about, you need to get off of your ass and go see it yourself. Period.

As if Cameryn’s show wasn’t enough, combining it with Sadie and Etta Strawberry made for an incredibly sexy, stimulating night. I don’t want to spoil Miss Strawberry’s act, but I will say that I will never look at a strawberry in the same way after her tantalizing performance. I’ve seen Sadie read various times, but this one was definitely my favorite. Her story, “Climax” about a dusty, mid-day sexcapade she had at Burning Man just a few short weeks ago, was hilarious and arousing, and it felt especially intimate in the small theatre, as if we were actually there with her in the desert, feeling the heat and dust on our skin, smelling the sweat, and watching her necklace swing frantically in the “pleasure dome.”

Austinites, I can’t stress enough that you need to go see the Bedpost/slut (r)evolution show tonight. Unless you’re scared. Actually, if you are, all the more reason to go. After Austin, Cameryn is continuing her tour with shows in New Orleans, Nashville, Huntsville, Philadelphia, and New York City; you can check all that out on her website. While she’s still in Austin, Cameryn will also be creating custom “Sidewalk Smut” from her typewriter on Thursday at South Congress, and of course I will be there waiting for a piece of her action.

 

Four Years

Four years ago today, Jake and I met at Hoek’s Death Metal Pizza. My friend and I were at 6th Street for her birthday, and after a few shots she told me she hadn’t eaten all day. Hoping to avoid her getting sick, I suggested we get pizza before hitting any other spots, and the guy behind the bar recommended Hoek’s Pizza. We’d never been there before, but it was close, and that was all that mattered. When we arrived, Jake was working by himself and served us slices. Everything about him attracted me immediately; his strong arms beneath his white v-neck t-shirt, his curly blonde hair and black bandanna, but mostly his confident, self assured demeanor.

The next thing I knew, I was asking him if he had a girlfriend, and when he said no, I scribbled my name and number onto a big white napkin and slid it across the counter. Neither of us could have ever imagined that we would end up dating, falling in love, moving in together, and celebrating our fourth anniversary today. Jake later told me that he saw my friend and me walking past Hoek’s again later that night and thought I wasn’t actually interested since we were with other guys (they were just acquaintances of my friend that we ran into.) I was amazed that he actually texted me that night; I vividly remember lying in bed, wondering if I would see the cute pizza guy again.

Like anyone, Jake and I have been through amazing, blissful times as well as dark, difficult ones. But the best thing about our relationship, and the thing that matters most, is that we constantly become closer, we grow together, and our bond always gets stronger, even after the hard times. Before I get too mushy on yall, I’ll end with this—Jake is my best friend as well as the best lover I’ve ever had, and I’m so grateful that we met at Hoek’s four years ago.

And since it wouldn’t be Sinful Sunday without a little sin…

Here’s my ass on a Hoek’s Death Metal Pizza box 😉

Sinful Sunday