Small moments 7

The blank page can be a daunting thing – so daunting in fact, that it paralyses and prevents any writing from being done. So I’m putting an end to it by sharing some small moments with you. Postmodern, literary fiction in the form of thoughts, feeling, sentences, but most importantly, words on the page. 

When you left you took my words, and my god how I hated that.

You took my heart, that was a given, and my tears, well they tried to follow you. It wasn’t until I tried to write and realised my pen was empty that i knew just how hard this damn thing was going to be.

But one by one I forced them onto the page. Fragmented at first, nonsensical at best, midnight ramblings and drunken stanzas begging for an audience. Then one day the barriers just fell down and the words began to pour out.

I am.

I can.

I will, again.

Danger Cabaret presents Freaks and Fishnets – review

Danger Cabaret

A North Perth strip club was one of the last places I could have imagined spending my Sunday night, but the Doll’s House turned out to be an incredibly fitting and relaxed environment for the latest offering from one of Perth’s hottest entertainment agencies, Danger Cabaret.

Fresh off a run of incredible shows at Fringe World 2015 (see my review here), and flying in the face of Perth’s recent string of venue closures, Danger Cabaret put together a one-night only show designed to dazzle and delight, and blow those post-Fringe blues away.

The Freaks and Fishnets theme was perfect for the best of burlesque Perth has to offer – with stunning beauty Ivory Bound setting the scene with a dark and atmospheric romp complete with plenty of fire, Ginger Rabbit showing off some enviable pole moves, and Odile Devine captivating the audience with her shimmying, shaking and flying pasties. With an opening act from Darla Harland and crowd-favourite Vivian Marlowe doing what she does best, even this alone would have made for a great night.

Freaks & Fishnets

But not content to just dazzle us with beauty, Danger Cabaret also offered up sizzling sideshow and variety acts with the fumblingly funny Mario the Almost Magnificent, and the deviant talents of Circus Carnis. It was great to see some new acts from this duo, who combined humour with shock value and showmanship. Busting out a variety of electric, piercing and stapling shocks, rounded out with juggling, impressive yoyo work and balloon swallowing, they had the crowd eating of out their hands.

MC Magnus Danger Magnus was, as always, absolutely on point and even treated us to a hilarious performance of his own. Never have I seen someone work the crowd so well, divulging everything from terrible Cosmo sex tips to sizzling one-liners, and swinging around the pole with utter delight (as I’m sure almost everyone there wished they could do!), I have no doubt that Magnus could MC almost anything and make it a night to remember.

Danger Cabaret knows how to draw a good crowd, and last night’s performance was no exception – it was sexy, funny, a little bit dangerous and a lot delightful. I can’t wait to see what else they have in store for us this year.

Images: Danger Cabaret

*I received tickets to this show in exchange for my review. All opinions are my own. 

Tattoo Talk v 6

Welcome to Tattoo Talk, a showcase (and celebration!) of women with tattoos. Today’s very special guest is Laila Shalimar, a middle-eastern, vintage living, makeup loving pinup blogger who I was lucky enough to meet a few years ago. 

Name: You can call me Laila Shalimar

Age: 21 with a few years’ experience

When did you get your first tattoo?

I was 19, with a head full of young dreams and a heart full of love when I first chose to get tattooed. It was a belated birthday gift from someone I was very close to at the time. I had just moved out of home and was going through your typical teenage rebellion. I chose to get a tattoo of a mirrored bass clef (it looks like a love heart) between my shoulder blades. It was a piece that was very personal to me at the time. I was just another runaway female bassist who thought she could change the future of music.

My first tattoo experience was the most meticulous I had been with any of my body mods. I had done all the right things. I went to a reputable (albeit expensive) tattoo parlour in my town, I had thought over my design for almost three years, I made sure I followed all the aftercare procedures as per the receptionist’s instructions.There were spiritual things I had to consider (more on that soon!). Yet, for the most unpredictable of reasons, my first tattoo upsets me more than I am willing to disclose. It makes me uncomfortable because it reminds me of a fragile and beautifully painful time of my youth. It reminds me of the person who gifted it to me, it reminds me of my naivety, it reminds me of the culture I tried to shed that lay buried under my skin. While I had intended it to be a symbol of my resistance, I recall myself being at my most vulnerable when I first got inked. Let’s just say my first tattoo healed faster than my broken heart did that summer and all the aftercare in the world couldn’t help ease the sting.

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How many tattoos do you have in total? Which one is your favourite?

I have 14 tattoos and counting! To be honest, it really hard to pick a favourite. But if I had to pick based on my current mood it would be the portrait of my cat, Oogy Rwan, on my right leg done by an amazing Perth artist called Jamie Nicol. People often describe their pets as companions and at risk of sounding like a crazy cat lady, Oogy is more of a son than a pet to me. For biological as well as personal reasons I have made the conscious decision not to have children. Oogy’s arrival into my life two years ago has helped me make peace with the fact that while I may never experience being a human mummy, I am still able to watch a beautiful young creature grow up and be a part of the magical journey that is life.

Do you tend to get tattoos that are very meaningful, or tattoos that are purely aesthetical?

I would have to say it’s a bit of both. Though when inspiration strikes, it is usually something meaningful that makes me want to commit art to skin. I was raised Sunni Muslim and in my father’s sect of Islam, tattoos are considered taboo if not forbidden. This is despite the fact that my ethnic group had partaken in tattooing for thousands of years before the advent of Islam in the Indian Subcontinent. Tribal Afghan women still to this day have decorative facial tattoos to ward off the evil eye!

When I got my first tattoo, it was a decision that weighed very heavily on my conscience. In my young mind at the time, I had rejected my father’s religion for a life of rebellion, music, love and art and my shitty little bass clef tattoo was meant to encapsulate all these complex and mixed up feelings. Many years later, I have managed to reconnect with Islam, but on my own terms and not as “my father’s religion”. I owe this in part to the grace of my beautiful and patient mother and to the likes of other third culture kids like myself who found it hard to reconcile Islam with their new cultural identities post 9/11. Books like The Taqwacores by Michael Muhammad Knight and the works of Muslim Feminist scholars like Amina Wadud became my new gospel truth. The idea that the relationship between myself and Allah was private and personal allowed me to make peace with who I had become instead of hopelessly searching for who I was meant to be. A lot of my tattoos play on my identity as a Muslim immigrant and are a reminder of the struggles I went through and am still powering through.

I like having some sense of symmetry to my body art. On my sternum I have the word Libertine tattooed in calligraphy by an artist called Eddie XII. I think if anything, it is one of the words I most identify with as a person. On my left side, I have the word Ami (the Urdu word for mother) tattooed in simple calligraphy with my mother’s date of birth. I got this piece done on my mums 50th birthday and two years on she still doesn’t know I have it! On my right side I have the word Allah tattooed in simplistic Arabic Calligraphy. This one was done by a fellow tattooed Muslim, Krishna Akis, at Mason Ink in Bali. His friend DekBen, another tattooed Muslim punk kid, did the Arabic quote on my left outer thigh. The sentiment behind that particular tattoo is that the person I am is the result of change brought on by hardship. I really enjoyed getting those two pieces the most because I was able to bond with the artists. When I first approached them to tattoo me they were both shocked and delighted to meet a tattooed middle eastern/Southeast Asian Muslim. Through the sessions we discussed (as best we could manage with my extremely limited Indonesian and their limited English) our relationship with the Divine, with our body art and specifically, black letter Muslimkind who aren’t too keen on body modification in any form. I think we talked for hours past my appointment. After all, it’s not every day I get to meet tattooed Muslims and when I do, it’s like meeting a long lost relative!

I could go on and on about the symbolism and meanings and stories behind all fourteen of my pieces but I will probably just sum it up and say that my tattoos are snippets from the important parts of my life, turning my body into a truly wonderful scrapbook.

Eddi XII

By Eddi XII

Are there any tattoo artists you admire?

As far as style goes, I am a fan of traditional and neo-traditional tattoos as they fit in well with my personal aesthetic. I particularly love quirky twists on early tattoo artists like Sailor Jerry. However, I am also super picky with whom I get tattooed by. The way I see it, I am paying some person to look at me from unflattering angles, stab me with needles, inflict a world of hurt on me and then leaving me with a colourful, albeit permanent scar. I don’t think I could let just any person have the role in my life and so I tend to veer towards artists I connect with on some level or the other. Jamie Nicol from the Iron Anchor is one of those people. Despite his tender age, this kid is dynamite at his work. In my opinion he outshines people twice his age who consider themselves masters at the craft.

I am a pretty cryptic person and having grown up in a culture and religion that absolutely thrives on symbolism, it is often hard relaying what I want to an artist. A lot of people don’t get why I won’t just settle for any old flash straight off the wall. I have been told I am too fussy or that my ideas don’t translate well into art. It took me a long time to find an artist I was comfortable with and this in itself is a testament to Jamie’s artistic brilliance, patience and vivid imagination. He is able to pluck random symbols from my head and bring them to life in ink all the while ensuring my original idea is not lost in the creative process. What I appreciate about Jamie’s work is not simply how well he translates strange ideas to images but also how much attention he gives to detail. To me that’s the sign of a good listener which in turn makes a great artist. I think it also explains why some of my most meaningful tattoos have been done by him such as my rose/crescent piece to commemorate my tenth year as an immigrant Australian and the portrait of my cat Oogy I discussed earlier.

By Jamie Nicol

By Jamie Nicol

What is the most interesting experience you have had relating to your tattoos?

There have been many interesting experiences thus far. I have had a mixed response from my community about my tattoos. It has varied from rumours about my character, to questions about whether I count as a “real Muslim” given the manner in which I choose to practise my faith, to research interviews by doctoral candidates in America about Muslim feminism. Somehow the idea of a tattooed Muslim woman is still a novelty to a lot of people though I can assure you I am not the only one of my kind. I am just lucky I am able to be visible without much consequence.

At most, visibility as a tattooed Muslim woman in Australia in the digital age comes at the price of the occasional internet troll. For example, I recently had two very interesting Instagram comments on my Allah tattoo. The first was from an anonymous account (the kind with no followers or pictures) complaining that I was what was wrong with the world, that people like me are contributing to the Islamic takeover of the west and that Muslims should just all be mass slaughtered. The second one was a few weeks later from some dude who wanted me to repent for what I had done and to get my Allah tattoo removed because my body was unclean and didn’t deserve the name of God on it. Both comments made me chuckle at how brazen people can be behind a screen of anonymity and how much my existence pisses off small minded right wing people from all walks of life. I relish this fact and revel in my choice to be inked because to me, my body art is a celebration of all the things I have been through and the person I have become so far.

1 & 2 by Dek Ben at Masons Ink in Bali  3 by Jamie Nicol

1 & 2 by Dek Ben at Masons Ink in Bali, 3 by Jamie Nicol

What advice would you give to someone planning their first tattoo?

Have control over every aspect of your tattoo…I mean EVERY aspect, even the financial one. Sometimes having a boyfriend pay for a piece can leave a bad taste in your mouth once you break up regardless of how meaningful or beautiful your tattoo turns out.

Find an artist who gets you and I mean, really gets you. It’s easy to be whisked into the whole social media game and go with the most popular artists of their time. No one is saying those artists aren’t good, but tattoos being such a permanent thing, it’s important to find an artist who understands what you are after, and the significance of the work to you.

Be wise with your tattoo choices and placements. I am a big fan of bodily autonomy (ie do whatever you want with YOUR body) but understand that there are a lot of areas in the work sector that hold bias against people with tattoos. If you want neck tatts, a rad chest piece, hand and knuckle pieces then be prepared to fight for your right to employment or resign to wearing full sleeve turtle necks and hobo gloves all year round. Personally, I think workplace respectability politics are BULLSHIT but be prepared to fight the good fight. As the saying goes “nothing good in life comes without struggle”. See you at the picket line!

Thanks, Laila Shalimar!

If you like what you read here, why not check out Laila’s blog, Memoirs of a Middle Eastern Mid Century Mermaid or follow her on Instagram

If you’re interested in being featured, please send me an email: skullandcrosstales AT Hotmail DOT com

Poetry to fall in love with, part 4

Today I thought I’d share with you some of the works of Marisa Crane. She’s another poet I found via Instagram, and while her work is pretty varied, I love that she has a lot of bite-site pieces – they couldn’t be more perfect for the medium. There’s something magical about seeing beautiful words each time you scroll through your feed; so if you like what you see here why not give her a follow.

Marisa has a book, 3AM Heartbreak Material (which I’ve already ordered and can’t wait to get my hands on!) and you can get any of these, and many other pieces, from her Etsy shop.

Enjoy x

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Small moments 6

The blank page can be a daunting thing – so daunting in fact, that it paralyses and prevents any writing from being done. So I’m putting an end to it by sharing some small moments with you. Postmodern, literary fiction in the form of thoughts, feeling, sentences, but most importantly, words on the page. 

Give me something to lose
And I’ll try not to cry
As I walk through the wilderness
And watch life pass me by

Give me something to lose
And I’ll fight so much harder this time
To take your hits and your kicks
And wear each blow like a marker divine

Give me something to lose
And I’ll hold it so very tight
As I turn both cheeks, whisper sweet lies
And tell myself it will all be alright

So please, just give me something
(I need something)

It’s the little things: Sunday blues

wine & candle

Do you get the Sunday afternoon blues? You know that moment when you realise the weekend is over, you didn’t do half of the things on your list, you spent maybe a little bit too long in bed, and you wish you had another day before heading back to work? The Sunday blues have been hitting me hard lately, although I have been trying to make the most of each weekend.

This weekend I visited the Night Noodle Markets in the Perth Cultural Centre – they’re there until the 29th March and I’d definitely recommend checking them out! Delicious food and cider while the sun is setting on a beautiful autumn day – what more could you wish for?

And for now, why not make the most of the dying hours of Sunday and fall down the rabbit hole with these links from the best of the webs.

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The little things I’ve loved lately: 

My bestest girlfriends who have been in my life for so long ~ New friends who make me feel as if I’ve known them for years ~ Walks by the river and lake ~ Hula hooping ~ The Gaslight Anthem ~ Naan bread ~ My doge, even if he does drive me insane sometimes ~ My kittty, who has been unwell and needed lots of extra cuddles ~ Planning for my birthday (the big 3-0!) ~ Friendly bartenders ~ Starting a good book after pushing through to finish a terrible one ~

Links I love: 

“We should be happy and excited not jealous and spiteful when we get to see a glimpse into other people’s lives, countries, and cultures. We shouldn’t be wishing to see something bad happen just to prove their life isn’t as perfect as we’ve convinced ourselves it is.”

  • On being a girl’s girl – it means being on the same team and looking after each other, because “a rising tide raises all ships”

I hope Monday is kind to you tomorrow!

Small moments 5

The blank page can be a daunting thing – so daunting in fact, that it paralyses and prevents any writing from being done. So I’m putting an end to it by sharing some small moments with you. Postmodern, literary fiction in the form of thoughts, feeling, sentences, but most importantly, words on the page. 

Hearts break and that is inevitable

But you were not gentle

And when you left, you did not look back

(Thank you)