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[sebastienne]

For those who missed the memo, there was meant to be a Girlesque performance on Friday night. Due to unfortunate events at Narcissists, and memories of a previous experience at the OFS nightclub, it was cancelled.

I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey...

Imagine, if you will, two women arm in arm, being introduced as exemplaries of modern courtship. Watch as one kisses the other on the cheek, as one whispers to the other, as one blushes and turns away. Now imagine that she turns back, and sings the first verse of a sweet, romantic song from a Cole Porter musical. How blissful! How high-class! How stylish!

You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louvre Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!

Now imagine that the lyrics shift slightly, that the dynamic changes, subtly at first, with one woman standing in a dominant stance, while the other is more submissive. As the song goes on, the submissive woman will find herself tied up, thrown to the floor, made to crawl, and finally bent over a chair and beaten (in time to the music, of course).

Here, for the delectation of the Girlesque audience that sadly never was, are the lyrics that this woman - me - would have sung had the show ever been able to go ahead.

Enjoy.

You're the top
You're a mean school teacher
You're the top
You're a dangerous creature
You're a heady night full of torture, fright, and pain
You're the head librarian, disciplinarian
Wield your cane!
You're the priest
I'm a commandment breaker
I'm deceased
And you're the undertaker
You're a homophobic, misogynistc cop
But if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top!

You're the top
You're a harsh slave-owner
You're the top
And I'm your blood donor
You're the sadist dentist who said he'd 'fill me in'
You're a Roman Goddess in a latex bodice
Give me discipline!
You're the boss
I'm your secretary
Sign of the cross
I say my hail mairies
I'm here on my knees so hold up your riding crop
And if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top!

You're the top
You're the potions master
You're the top
No-one stirs me faster
You're the film director who said he'd make me big
Oh stop protesting - you like animal testing?
I'm your guinea pig!
You're the king
I'm a humble peasant
Here's the thing
It's not so unpleasant
Oh it hurts so good, let it never ever stop
Oh if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top!

Next year, mayhap?

Comments

[deathbyshinies.livejournal.com]

I'm *so* glad that I got my own command performance. :D

Next year *of course*. I hereby offer my services as humble techie for the Great Council Tax Party, and probably for anything else you end up doing, too.

[sashagoblin.livejournal.com]

i think that might just be the coolest thing....ever...?

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*loves you*

[anotherusedpage.livejournal.com]

*glee*

[threadbarewolf.livejournal.com]

this fills me with happy