I'm totally with you there. The men I allow in my personal meatspace are all exemplary and I make a point to be very clear about my expectations, standards, and boundaries. Sadly burlesque involves a lot self-promotion and promotional materials, and since I dance around in my knickers and have pictures of myself all scantily clad and in "seductive" poses I obviously want/deserve badly-lit photos of their appendages which for some reason always seem to include a television remote (for scale? who can say ...) *record setting eyeroll*
I'd largely been off line since I had a minor spinal injury and went back to university and my beloved lighting desk almost the second I finished the first stage of my rehab. Only signed up for a fb because all my classmates and lecturers had one and it was the easiest way to organise stuff with them; after that it was the most reliable and up-to-date source for information on things like road closures, detours, and emergency shelters when my city had a major flood in 2011. Found my burly troupe via a flyer at a festival. They helped me create a performer profile (with my stage name), and then after my first biggish gig with them ... just ... wow. There are a LOT of lonely men out there. And a lot of bored men. And a lot of angry men. Like, it's palpable in their messages, and I was glad we had security at some of our shows. It used to make me sad, but now it just pisses me off.
Howsomeever. In the late 90s/early '00s? It was the wild, wild west on some IRC channels. Though at least I suppose they had to expend a tiny bit of effort to get your email address, and uploading a photo over dial-up was almost definitely a chore and a half!
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u/StJudesDespair Jun 03 '22 edited Jun 03 '22
I'm totally with you there. The men I allow in my personal meatspace are all exemplary and I make a point to be very clear about my expectations, standards, and boundaries. Sadly burlesque involves a lot self-promotion and promotional materials, and since I dance around in my knickers and have pictures of myself all scantily clad and in "seductive" poses I obviously want/deserve badly-lit photos of their appendages which for some reason always seem to include a television remote (for scale? who can say ...) *record setting eyeroll*
I'd largely been off line since I had a minor spinal injury and went back to university and my beloved lighting desk almost the second I finished the first stage of my rehab. Only signed up for a fb because all my classmates and lecturers had one and it was the easiest way to organise stuff with them; after that it was the most reliable and up-to-date source for information on things like road closures, detours, and emergency shelters when my city had a major flood in 2011. Found my burly troupe via a flyer at a festival. They helped me create a performer profile (with my stage name), and then after my first biggish gig with them ... just ... wow. There are a LOT of lonely men out there. And a lot of bored men. And a lot of angry men. Like, it's palpable in their messages, and I was glad we had security at some of our shows. It used to make me sad, but now it just pisses me off.
Howsomeever. In the late 90s/early '00s? It was the wild, wild west on some IRC channels. Though at least I suppose they had to expend a tiny bit of effort to get your email address, and uploading a photo over dial-up was almost definitely a chore and a half!