It is in the Dionysian quarter, an aureate theatre where an aurora of skittering femme-cerise blaze fathoms. On the borrowed dais, fine grind cuts a lustrous emulsion, the gathered sway the delicate beats of Heliconius Sapho. The rhodium globe shimmies in obsidian verse, modulating strata in body declensions, bitten poses, breastfed rose divinity, onlooker seances … Continue reading North West Burlesque Society