Marilyn Mort

Group of people dressed in sexy clothes on a couch with a Christmas tree in the background looking at someone on the ground on their knees. It says a Very Metal Christmas at Lantern of the Tapes at 7:30pm postcard made by Jax Howoe

Next show! Come celebrate the holidays ;) I may of heard you wanted a Mistress for Christmas this year 💀

Oh no what if disabled people weren’t resilient and were just normally bummed about life’s circumstances?! Where would people get their inspiration porn?!

I went to a party where every attendee was queer and autistic. There were name tags, introductions with pronouns and rules. It was the best party I’ve been to in a long time.

Chronic pain is the monkey on my back. Hello October slide.

Every sneeze is an agony. Rib slippage is the worst.

Yesterday was World Sight Day to bring awareness to blindness and visual impairment. In honor of the day, here’s some advice for you sighties out there. When greeting a blind or visually impaired individual, tell them who you are. You wouldn’t believe how much that helps.

I know life is long and boring sometimes which is where I somehow found myself reading reviews for Slim Jims. And wow. It’s an emotionally intriguing read with pleasant yet subtle pornographic vibes.

Getting older is a gift. And I know that sounds cliche or silly but it’s true. Fuck capitalism and the patriarchy for making us think differently.

My cat is old and sick and she sleeps hard. I live in fear that I’m going to reenact the Buffy losing her mom scene every time I go to wake her.

I am in fact who the princess and the pea was written about.

“We only drink at bars with rainbows.”
“Who said that?”
“You did.”
“Oh. Sounds right.”

It’s hard to channel my sexy seductress side when I feel like hot garbage. Least it’s hot.

I hate when I feel like I’m dying so I go to the doctor and they run tests and then say there’s nothing wrong with you. Awesome. I feel like death FOR NO REASON. Love that for me.

I did 100 squats today.

Telling me you love my vivid pink hair color and wish you could be so brave is not the compliment you think it is.

My eh, fuck it attitude has gotten me this far.

I think it would be funny to start stamping REDACTED across Trump’s name on like signs and stuff.

Working on a burlesque duet, I’m asked, “What’s your limits?”

Me: “For burlesque, anything that’s legal.”

My friend had me saved in his phone as Holler Hoochie for years and years. I really missed a big opportunity to make that my stage name. Sending love to Appalachia. 💕

Burlesque is magic.

Ok so AMRAP workouts might be the no fun kind of evil. Owie.

You can try to cringe me out of existence but I’ll just go harder.

Shame? Never met her.

I love scrolling my Instagram feed and seeing post after post of burlesque and drag performers being hot and awesome.

Post dance practice and I feel like an exhausted goldfish.

In my younger years, I strived for achievement to prove to the world I was a capable independent disabled person. Now I’m leaning hard into bimboism. I get the same amount of discrimination and it’s way more fun.

Pop a hip out during practice? Pop it back in and keep it moving. Life of a hypermobile performer baddie.

Im standing in front of of a mirror taking a selfie with my right hand. My body is angled to the camera with my front foot up ok its toe. I’m wearing black knee socks, fishnets, black flowy bottoms and a lace top with a lace necklace. All black with black lipstick. My tongue is peaking out and my pink hair is in pigtails.

Sexy ghouling. 💀

That listless feeling after finishing a long and very good book series.

We want Medicaid for All. Medicaid. Not Medicare. Medicaid for All.