Nellie: “Boiling Point Burlesque – THIS SATURDAY!”

23 06 2009

The weather this summer has sucked so far, quite frankly. So Big Moves is doing our part to turn up the heat with our appearance at this Saturday’s Boiling Point Burlesque show at the Cambridge YMCA in Central Square! Join us and our friends as we give you a night of sexy, saucy, hilarious burlesque, brought to you by Axe To Ice Productions.

More details and ticket info below!


From the creators of Mary Dolan Presents…Vaudeville! comes the next BIG night in dazzling entertainment.

Bringing together the biggest names in Boston burlesque for two shows in one HOT night, Axe To Ice Productions presents: BOILING POINT BURLESQUE (It’s too Hot to keep it on!) Advance tickets and show information at

This can’t-miss night of entertainment integrates all forms of Burlesque – from its bawdy, comical, and satirical roots to seductive and electrifying striptease acts. Get there early for pre-show performance, art gallery installation and Olde Tyme concessions! Do not miss the hottest show this summer!

Date: Saturday, June 27th, 2009
Location: Cambridge YMCA Theatre
Tickets: $15/advance, $20/door, available in advance at:
Show Times: 7:00pm and 9:30pm
Show Run Length: 90 minutes total

Boiling Point Burlesque is an all burlesque cabaret bringing you acts from the cream of the crop in Boston and beyond! Get there early to catch the pre-show performers strut their stuff and check out our very own in-house Artist…

This June catch:

Gallery Art by Emma Weisman
Featuring Performances by:
Big Moves
Babes in Boinkland
The Steamy Bohemians
Can Can Revolution
The Boston Hoop Troop
The Naked Comic
Miss Nicholle Pride
UnAmerika’s Sweetheart Karin Webb
86-years-young Mary Dolan
Sugar Dish
and MORE!

Nellie: “Drag Queens and DykeMarches and Bears, OH MY!”

4 06 2009

It’s just about that time in Boston.  You can feel it in the air.  That’s right, folks.  Pride Week is about to begin!

We’re so happy to be super-involved in Pride this year, starting with the Pride Day kick-off event at Faneuil Hall this Saturday.  We’ll be doing a revue-style, 30-45 minute performance that will hopefully knock the socks off the audience in a way that only the crazy, chaotic dancefest that is Big Moves Boston can.  We’ve been prepping for it for the last couple of weeks, and I’m so incredibly excited to hit up a new audience – some of whom will undoubtedly be seeing us for the first time.

On top of that, some of us are volunteering at the Dyke March, and then, for the first time ever, we’ll be marching as Big Moves in the Parade on the 13th with some amazing folks. Several LGBTQ (and allies!) dance groups in Boston decided to band together and march as one to increase our presence.  Big Moves was invited to participate, and we’re so incredibly honored and excited to be a part of this year’s festivities.  Hope to see all of you lovely, lovely folks there!!

Coquette: “AFP + TTO = Best Night Ever”

1 06 2009

A whiiiile ago, I was invited to perform as a go-go dancer at the Theater Offensive’s annual fundraiser, ClimACTS (which was on Tuesday, 4/28). It’s circus-themed, it’s in the Big Apple Circus tent, it’s $175 a ticket and well, just. Obviously, I said yes. Hi, have you met me?

What I didn’t find out until the night beforehand was that the ringmaster this year was Amanda Fucking Palmer. So the phone call to Dirty Nellie (who was also go-go dancing with me) went something like this-

Me: Um, did you know Amanda Palmer was hosting?!
Dirty Nellie: Wait…what?
Me: Because I figured you would have TOLD ME if you knew! And I didn’t know!
DN: Wait…what?
Me: OMG OMG OMG. OMG. OMG we’re going to dance in front of Amanda Palmer.
DN: Wait…what?

So yes, I got there and got all checked in and then put on my outfit, which was, from bottom to top: pink high-top converses, lace top fishnet thigh highs(over dance tights), black booty shorts with “Harlots like it on all fours” on the ass in red, black garter belt with pink velvet trim, short sheer crinoline flouncy-flounce skirt, black canvas corset with white polka dots, black satin bra, incredibly tacky black “onyx” and rhinestone necklace, pink satin ribbon tied around my ponytail, and a metric ton of silver glitter in my hair. I wore the high tops because I wasn’t sure how much dancing I’d be doing or for how long. And thank fuck I did that, because as it was, my legs almost fell off from dancing, and I can’t imagine how I would have fared if my feet were all busted up from wearing heels all night, too.

So, they gave us a tour of the whole place beforehand, so we could direct people, and lo and behold, in the big tent, there was Amanda Palmer, finishing up her sound check. Nellie and I mildly freak out. Somehow, we manage to just watch her sing and not run into the ring and molest her. N and I got selected to fire confetti guns at the end of the show, so keep in mind that for all my !!!, at the end of the night, I ended up basically assaulting Amanda just to look at her outfit, which was a flouncy Moulin Rouge-y corset made entirely out of blue sequins and gold beaded fringe. (Amanda barely noticed, she was talking to drag queens).

But! Before I had had enough to drink to manage Not Being An Idiot, there was the VIP reception! Which involved many go-go dancers, and me being ordered to mingle and be fabulous, and also being told that the drinks were being mixed to kill (and that was accurate – I had a martini, I thought it was going to mug me). And at one point, I accidentally walked into someone else walking cross-wise, and her drink ended up mostly all over me, and only somewhat back in her glass. I said, “Ohmygod, I am so sorry! Do you want me to get you another one?” And she said, “No, that’s fine. It’s…all over you.” [gestures to my rack] Me: “Oh, do you want to lick it off?” Her: “Okay!” And so that happened.

And then N and I noticed Amanda Palmer mingling in the crowd, and so I walked over and was all, “Hi, um, I’m really glad you’re here and I just wanted to introduce myself.” And she said thanks and she was glad to be a part of the event, and how great Theater Offensive was. And I agreed, and when she shook my hand, she held my hand with both of hers and it was awesome. And then she looked down at my rack, went, “Oh god, these are huge!”

And then she touched them.

And I was like, “Well, um.” And then WITH HANDS STILL ON MY RACK, she goes “I wish mine were bigger.” And then she grabbed HER boobs. And I was like “UM NO YOURS ARE GRATE. ALSOILOVEYOURBELLY.” And she was like, “now THAT is nice and big!” and she started rubbing her belly. And then I just…could not stand there anymore, and so I was like, “Well, I know you’re supposed to be shmoozing with donors, so I don’t want to monopolize you.” And she said, “Okay, byeeee.” And reached out and RAN HER HAND FROM MY SHOULDER ALL THE WAY DOWN TO MY WRIST and sloooooowly walked away, all the while looking at me.


Oh, and when we got back to the performer tent, there was a draq queen pillow fight. DRAG QUEEN PILLOW FIGHT. And I turned to Dirty Nellie and said, “this is seriously one of the best nights of my life.”

Nellie: “Johnny Blazes’ 25th Birthday Bash Benefit”

18 02 2009

Yeah, yeah…I know. It’s been a while. But! We’re back! With bitchin’ new appearances and all.

Come see us and many other incredible Boston-area performers at Johnny Blazes’ 25th Birthday Bash Benefit! We’re doing one saucy number, and not only do you not want to miss us, you don’t want to miss any of the other performances either. This is a ridiculously talented, sexy, and hilarious bunch, so come check it out!


Nellie: “We Built This City on Poutine and Stripteases”

11 11 2008

Many of you may not have known this, but a small troupe of us hit up Montreal last weekend to perform at the Haunted Ho-Down with our friends and the darlings of Montreal, the Dead Doll Dancers. Colette, Erin, Marina and myself trekked up in two cars, chairs in tow, to perform Mein Herr and Backdoor Man for a packed house at Cafe Cleopatra.


I cannot speak to Marina and Colette’s journey, though I know they had some trouble getting into Canada due to the aforementioned chairs and the hassle of having to tell the border guards that they were performing. Since Erin and I couldn’t take time off of work, we got up at ass o’clock and let Boston at 6:30 am. We got to fudge a bit with the border patrol and tell them we were just staying with friends so, though neither of us has a passport, we got through in about five minutes – though we did learn that when the border guard asks you if you’re carrying more than $10,000 in currency, do not laugh.

We arrived in the fair city at around 12:30 and, since we had to meet Jana, a Dead Doll Dancer and our lovely homestay host, at the club at around 1:30, we just went straight there. We realized that there are hot dog joints on every corner, which, while a little strange, was totally awesome. We got hot dogs for lunch and then we went lingerie shopping. Yes, lingerie shopping. We both bought superhot corsets (the same corset, actually…they’re reversible!), and then it was time to head to the club.

And let me just break up this recap to saying something super quick – everyone in Montreal is RIDICULOUSLY ATTRACTIVE. That is not a joke. That is not an exaggeration. There is something in the water there that just makes everyone smokin’ hot.

We got to the club in the middle of drag queen rehearsal. Natalie, the queen of the Dead Dolls (she has a more official title, I’m sure..but queen seems about right.  she’s awesome.), showed us where to put our stuff and warned us not to mess with the drag queens.  Actually, I’m pretty sure the conversation went like this:

Natalie: And here’s where you put your stuff. That area is for the drag queens. Do not go in there. Do not even look in there. Avert your eyes and all that. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you why.
Erin and Nellie: Yes, we’re familiar with drag queens.
Natalie: Oh, good. That’ll save us some time.

So we hung out for a bit, got keys from Jana, and then Marina and Colette showed up to rehearse/tech. The other performers were nice enough to let us have an hour on the stage to make sure we were comfortable in the setting, and then it was time to tech. Since the backstage/green room area is upstairs, this was the only chance we were really going to have to see the show, which was both a little sad, but also exciting. So we watched everyone run through their numbers, and as new performers, Erin and I feel completely in love with the Dead Dolls, who had already charmed the pants off of Marina and Colette.

I knew for certain that I loved Montreal when Nora, the awesome stage manager and all-around bad ass promoter of Faggoty-Ass Fridays, was telling us about her fliers and the experiences her interns had in distributing them:

Nora: So we have this flier of one lesbian fucking another one from behind with a strap-on, and the one doing the fucking is reaching into the other one’s head and tearing out her brains to eat them. This old guy approached my intern and berated her for passing these out in public.
Natalie: He got upset about those?  Seriously?
Nora: Yes. He was very concerned that the sex may have been non-consensual. I guess next time she’ll just have to be flashing the thumbs-up.


Erin and I thought we’d have a chance to go to Jana’s and drop our stuff off, but we didn’t. We finished tech, and there was just enough time to grab dinner and get ready for the show. We headed to…Subway…for dinner. WHATEVER, DON’T JUDGE. The guy working the counter was skeptical the Colette actually wanted a foot-long (I’ve never heard “Yes, a foot-long”) so much in my life. And then it was back to the club. We got ready. There were performers and costumes everywhere, and a ridiculously attractive MC walking around in assless chaps with kiss marks on said ass.  It was awesome.

The show was amazing. The crowd totally ate us up. The other performers were incredibly lovely people (and did I mention smokin’ hot?). The Dead Dolls especially are hilarious, completely disgusting and insanely gorgeous. The only thing that could have made it better is if all of you had been there.

Post-show, we went to an all-night poutine joint and I had my very first plate of poutine, which was delicious.

We then tiredly wound our way to Jana’s house (finally), where we were greeted by our most gracious hostess and her boyfriend, who had a bed, fresh towels, and candy waiting for us. So not only is everyone hot, they’re also sweet and thoughtful. I never wanted to leave.

We got up at ass o’clock again (okay, 9 am. which, after the car trip, performance, and 5:30 am wake up call the day before, is pretty fucking early) and met Marina and Colette for some brunch, which was also amazing.

SO.  If you made it all the way through this, you deserve a cookie. I don’t have any to give you, but know that you deserve one.

Closing thoughts:

1) Montreal is awesome, and I never wanted to leave.
2) Everything tastes better in Canada, because they use liquid sugar instead of high-fructose corn syrup.
3) Did I mention the pretty?
4) Having a GPS is a lifesaver.
5) People were thanking us all day for electing Obama. That is not a joke.
6) I can’t wait to go back.

Nellie: “TraniWrecktastic”

5 10 2008

Thank you to everyone who came out for TraniWreck: The Benefit Extravaganza on Saturday!

Asses were shaked. The Time Warp was done with the fantastic Kielbasia. Honey Suckle turned up the heat with an amazing burlesque performance. Johnny Blazes and Frieda Fries worked the stage – and the crowd – like nobody’s business.

Can Can Revolution made us look at the democratic process in an entirely new, ridiculous, and sexy way. Maggie of the Femme Show danced everyone under the table, and Mel O’Drama has now changed our view of Sesame Street forever. Heywood Wakefield was, as always, an excellent host – and also, pelted with candy.

Oh, and one of Big Moves’ own ladies (*cough*me*cough*)made out with the fabulous Becca D’Bus on stage.

In other words, it was a smashing good time**.

We all had such a blast performing with such talented and amazing people, and we wish Heywood Wakefield, Johnny Blazes, and Red Rider the best of luck at IDKE in Columbus!

**If I forgot anyone, I’m truly sorry. There was so much fabulous floating around, I got a little overwhelmed.

Nellie: “Big Moves at TraniWreck on Saturday!!”

3 10 2008

We’re ramping up our public appearances in preparation for our fall show, the wildly dystopian, not to mention ridiculously sexy, Hot Buffet! We’ll be shaking our asses…in very little clothing…all over Boston in the coming weeks, singing and dancing for you lovely people. And we want to see your glowing, angelic faces there!

Our first public appearance will be at TraniWreck’s Benefit Extravaganza – THIS SATURDAY (yes, tomorrow) at Great Scott in Allston. This is a 21+ show (it’s at a bar, folks), and it starts at 9pm. Please note that this a different location than other TraniWreck performances – so don’t go to the wrong place!

Tickets are $10, with proceeds going to cover travel expenses for TraniWreck host Heywood Wakefield and regulars Johnny Blazes and Red Rider as they make a trek to Columbus, OH for the International Drag King Community Extravaganza, where Heywood will MC the Red Light District Show.

See you there!