กระทู้: Brazilian non-binary burlesque

Every night, under the hazy glow of the stage lights, my heart flutters with anticipation. The beads of my costume shimmer and dangle dangerously close to my bare skin, a promise of the flamboyantly erotic spectacle I'm about to deliver. I, Rei, a Brazilian burlesque performer of non-descript gender, am an artist of sensual expression, a maestro conducting an orchestra of desire, and submission my vibrant melody. Every gasp and sigh my audience makes, every appreciative glance they sneak, all fuel the crescendo of my performance.

But the real thrill begins backstage; the anticipation is just as tantalizing as the act itself. The heavy velvet curtain serves as my armory; the props my tools, each carrying the scent of the countless performances that came before mine, a testament to the raw authenticity of the burlesque world. It's not your typical internet fantasy, hidden behind a 'no paywall' sign and amplified with artificial moans. No. It's raw, it's real, the epitome of intimate human contact. As I adorn each piece of my feathery ensemble, savoring the slow build of excitement, I grapple with the delicious emotional tension. The battle between dominance, the power to enthrall, and submission, the surrender to my audience's expectations and desires, adds a spark to my eyes, a sway to my hips.

The world sees me as a seducer, an instigator of desire. But here, under the intimacy of the spotlight, I find myself to be the one seduced, entranced by the gaze of the spectators. The stage lights hit the sequins on my costume, setting me ablaze. I perform, I capitulate, I provoke. But amidst the raucous applause and catcalls, my heart echoes back a softer sound, a deeper resonance. The echo of submission, a melody that fades softly into the velvet-dark recesses of the stage. Temporary, fleeting like my performance, it leaves me with a strange kind of longing. The longing to surrender again, to bear my soul upon this stage, under that single beam of light. A longing that keeps me returning, every night, to this world of glitter, feathers, and untamed yearning.