mia loves henry miller – Letter 20 – Quick Letter: Getting Ready for Naughty New Year’s Eve Burlesque Show

mia loves henry miller

Letter 20 – Quick Letter: Getting Ready for Naughty New Year’s Eve Burlesque Show

“Life is 440 horsepower in a 2-cylinder engine.” —Henry Miller

12/30/2011 9:48 p.m.

Dear Henry Miller,

I’m sorry this is such a quick letter.   I have been so busy with getting ready for my burlesque show for tomorrow night.   Last year, we had over 500 people attending our Dr. Farrago’s Burlesque Theater Naughty New Year’s Eve Show at TS Bar and Grill in the Minneapolis, suburbs.   This is our second year doing a NYE show at this venue.  We have a large assortment of entertainment this year – burlesque, boylesque, magic, tap dancing, belly dancing, singing, music, variety acts and so much more!  The talent I have booked is amazing!  I have been dealing with the organization of this show, rehearsing my own burlesque and magic numbers, and doing other miscellaneous show stuff all week – business related emails, phone calls, meetings, and all of the necessary obligations which go with producing a high quality burlesque show with an extremely large cast.

To see a promo video, please click on the link in my Blogroll’s list of links on the right of my page – Naughty New Year’s Eve Promo Continue reading

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mia loves henry miller – Letter 19 – The Nightclub, The Gothic, The Kinky, and the Land of the Misfit Toys

mia loves henry miller

Letter 19 – The Nightclub, The Gothic, The Kinky, and the Land of the Misfits Toys

“I masturbate often, luxuriously, without remorse or after distaste.  For the first time I know what it is to eat.  I have gained four pounds.  I get frantically hungry, and the food I eat gives me lingering pleasure.  I never ate before in this deep carnal way.  I have only three desires now, to eat, to sleep, and to fuck.  The cabarets excite me. I want to hear raucous music, to see faces, to brush against bodies, to drink fiery Benedictine.  Beautiful women and handsome men arouse fierce desires in me.   I want to dance. I want drugs.  I want to know perverse people, to be intimate with them.  I never look at naïve faces.  I want to bite into life, and to be torn by it.  Henry does not give me all this.  I have aroused his love.  Curse his love.  He can fuck me as no one else can, but I want more than that.  I’m going to hell, to hell, to hell.  Wild, wild, wild. ” –Anais Nin, Henry and June Diaries, page 179

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