A Nice Review of Love Stinks!

From Dig Boston:

NAKED GIRLS READING: DROPPING TROU WITH BAR HAVOC (NSFW)
Posted on February 14, 2011 by BAR HAVOC

Naked Girls Reading” is exactly what it sounds like, and exactly what I needed this Valentine’s Day. Boasting “Naked Girls Reading: ‘Love Stinks!’ (Naked Girls reciting tales of heartbreak and woe)”, I walked into the Coolidge Corner Theatre with my usual level of excitement; there is just something amazing about that place. It’s old fashioned and charming while at the same time meeting all your movie needs: a full service concession stand with popcorn, candy and beer, and seats that are both comfortable for the solo patrons as well as couples.

And couples there were. I couldn’t help but imagine excited couples, watching these girls read naked and then heading home for some wacky exhibitionist sex. That wasn’t the case for me. I sat in the back row, mouth agape, in awe of these amazing women.

They started speaking and I couldn’t even pay attention– all I could see were their glorious naked bodies, their amazing posture and their smug smiles.

Hosting the event was Andrew Shaffer, author of Great Philosophers Who Failed at Love, a book that “paints brief but entertaining portraits of great thinkers whose words we repeat – but whose decisions we should avoid at all costs”. His book describes people such as Aristotle, Plato, Neitzsche and Thoreau, who are often quoted yet who failed greatly when it came to love. You can check it out here.

I was actually familiar with the first speaker, an ivy league educated woman named Miss Mina. Miss Mina was my burlesque teacher a while back; the leader of the Boston Babydolls, Miss Mina is a happy older woman who was so proud of her naked body that you couldn’t help but feel the same way. I remember standing naked in class, wearing nothing but pink sequin boobie tassles in front of a group of about ten women of all different shapes and sizes, and I remember smiling, jumping and flailing, dancing along side Miss Mina. Miss Mina spoke with the same confidence as she taught me all those weeks ago, and when she spoke, the room listened.

The girls walked out on stage in a various state of dress–zebra print robes, purple satin robes, red velvet robes, black embroidered robes, and in a various state of undress– sparkling necklaces, nipple clamps, black lace up boots, red and black striped stockings and black fishnets. As they approached the microphone, they de-robed, and I held my breath as they began to speak.

I couldn’t even focus on the first story.

I stayed wide eyed and unblinking, watching as the first girl stood, buck naked for the world to see, happily reading from a book she held in her hands, standing as normally as you or I would as though we were presenting a project back in high school for the class to see: nervous at first, but more comfortable as time went on.

I couldn’t tell you what the first story was about. I was so enamored with the girls: they were edgy and punk rock, geeky and fidgety, beautiful, cold, confident and most of all, curvaceous– everything that every woman is but everything we are afraid to show.

I wanted to be one of them, and I imagined that every woman there were both horrified and jealous of the girls reading onstage.

If we could only be that bold, if we could only be so comfortable in our own skin to get up in front of a crowd and simply read. It was inspiring, and it made me feel real uncomfortable in my loose blue jeans and black sweatshirt. I wondered when I could get naked next, and who would be interested….

“Naked Girls Reading” are coming to a city near you. Missed them in Boston? Click here for more info.

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