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Bar Havoc: Bare Necessity

Posted in In the News with tags on October 3, 2012 by ngrboston

A little something from one of the Naked Girls about her experience at “The Might Be Giants”:

Posted on October 2, 2012 by BAR HAVOC

Public speaking has never really been my thing. I usually love to be the center of attention—I’m extroverted, outgoing, and certainly not shy. So why, when the time comes for all eyes to be on me, do I panic and wish I could melt into the floor? During my best friend’s maid of honor speech my hands were shaking so violently that I could barely read the words. “Poor girl,” I heard someone whisper, and I wanted to die.

I know that public speaking isn’t really the scariest thing in the world. I mean, you could be up there naked. Now that would be really scary. And that’s why I decided to do it.

This past Saturday night I took the stage at the Coolidge Corner Theatre with Naked Girls Reading and I bared it all for our special feature, “Short Writings Read By Tall Ladies.” I kept flashing to the wedding, my shaking hands and thought how trite that seemed now. What if I fell? Naked falling, naked coughing, naked stuttering, all hardly attractive. I had better pull it together.

The night of the show all I wanted was a glass of Jameson. Whiskey is good for the throat: It would calm my nerves and soothe my voice before I read. Then again, I was also going to be walking up to the microphone in five-inch heels. I decided Jameson wasn’t in the cards.

“I guess you can’t picture the audience naked,” one of my friends joked, hardly making me feel better.

When the time came, my name was read aloud and I rose, carelessly tossing my robe to the floor and approaching the microphone. No shaking hands, no Elvis leg. I took a breath and found that I was smiling, and I began to read to the audience of 80. I found that what nerves I did have was from the fact that the stories I was reading were my own, things I had only shared with close friends and my pen and paper.

Now I was standing naked, reading my innermost thoughts to strangers.

It felt amazing, and I found that I was sad when it was over.

A man approached me after the show as I was putting my robe back on. “Wow,” he said, “you would have been naked reading that stuff even if you had clothes on. Thank you so much for sharing that with us. Please keep writing.”

I beamed; I was so happy that someone pointed out my writing when all I probably would have said was, “boobies boobies boobies boobies.”

I walked home alone, my jeans and boots safely back where they belonged and I felt so great.

This was something I had feared for so long, and I couldn’t believe how well it went, how calm I was, and how unafraid I actually was once I just focused at the task at hand, evened my breathing and just swallowed that fear and sheer panic.

It had rained while I was inside the theatre, and the bars had closed. Luckily I knew one that was still closing up—I had one last story to tell, and there was a bottle of Jameson with my name on it.

Getting Naked with Bar Havoc

Posted in In the News with tags , on May 31, 2011 by ngrboston

A little write-up of Fang Fiction from our newest Naked Girl…

Posted on May 23, 2011 by BAR HAVOC

“So,” my friend said to me Friday over dinner, “are you nervous about tomorrow?” I looked miserably up from my half eaten burger and unfinished beer.

“Don’t talk about it,” I replied, my head in my hands. “I think I’m going to throw up.”

Tomorrow was of course, Naked Girls Reading at the Coolidge Corner Theatre, and this time instead of a captivated audience member, I was one of the naked girls. I have never been more terrified in my life. I wasn’t sure what I was more nervous about; I am not terribly in love with my body, but when it comes down to it I’m not that shy. Public speaking however, not my cup of tea. I stammer, shake, stumble over my words and typically come down with a bad case of what I like to call Elvis leg, the violent and constant shaking in my left leg that can’t be quieted. Add to that the naked part, and we have one scared Havoc.

What did I get myself into?

The day of the show I felt oddly calm. I spent the day walking around my apartment in nothing but boots carrying my book and reciting my chosen passage to the cat (the theme of the evening was “Fang Fiction”, so I had chosen a favorite of mine, Anne Rice’s “Interview with the Vampire”).

I was excited. Nervous, but I had made up my mind. I could do this.

Midnight on Saturday arrived even with the scheduled Rapture, (how could the world end on a day that anyone was supposed to be naked reading?) and with the ever appropriate voice of God announcing throughout the theatre, Scratch (the founder of the Boston Babydolls Burlesque Troupe) called us in. I waited in the wings, my heart pounding out of my chest, the theatre thankfully too cold to allow sweating.

The calmness of the other girls was reassuring. This was going to be fun.

One by one we got up to recite the opening reading, chosen selections from Bram Stoker’s “Dracula”. When my turn came I felt myself rising from my seat, my back already aching from attempting perfect posture. My baby blue silk kimono untied effortlessly and silently fell to the red chair below me. I approached the microphone in nothing but a necklace, some bracelets, boots and a beaded belly chain. This was it, all eyes on me. Inside I was screaming. Onstage, I began to read.

The group opening reading was followed by the fiery Vikki Likkerish reading a passage from “Blood Kin”, a short story from the collection “Vampire Stories from the American South”. I returned to the stage to read a selection from “Interview with the Vampire”, a ten minute passage in which it was all I could do to not run in horror from the stage. “Slow down,” I kept thinking. “One word after another.”

You have no idea how long ten minutes really is until you’re naked onstage squinting in a spotlight trying not to sound like an idiot.

After a brief intermission in which I was happy to replace my robe and gratefully hug my friend Meg who had come for support, Jena Kitten read from “Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter”, and Miss Mina Murray closed the individual readings with a bit from Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu’s “Carmilla”. We finished off the evening with another group reading from Robert Bloch’s short story “The Cloak”.

And then it was over. The robes came back on, and we walked offstage and I returned to my backpack of clothing.

I have never been so happy to slide into a pair of jeans and sneakers in my entire life.

My heart was still racing, a smile permanently stuck on my face. I might not have been the most powerful reader, or the most sexy. But I did it, I got up and read a story to a theatre of strangers, stark naked, Elvis leg and all. Take that, Rapture.

I won’t be taking my clothes off again anytime soon, but Miss Mina and the fabulous Boston Babydolls will be! Want more? Check out “Madam Burlesque”, an evening of tributes to the great ladies of burlesque July 8th-16th at the Cambridge YMCA Theatre, 820 Mass Ave, Cambridge. For more information and to buy tickets head to

Fang Fiction 5-21-11

Posted in Salons with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 23, 2011 by ngrboston

Thank you to everyone who braved the rain to hear a few vampire tales at midnight. And a special thank you to our sponsor, The Weekly Dig. This Salon was such a challenge. There are so many good vampire stories that it was hard to choose!

The choice for our opening shared reading was obvious, Dracula by Bram Stoker. Not the first vampire story, but certainly the most influential.

Vikki Likkerish then read the short story “Blood Kin” from the collection Vampire Stories from the American South. Very creepy and very Southern.

Continuing with the theme that vampires like to live below the Mason-Dixon Line, new Naked Girl Lizzie Havoc read a selection from Anne Rice’s modern classic Interview with the Vampire.

After a brief intermission Jena Kitten read from Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. In this passage, the future president learned of the existence of vampires and chose a path that would change history!

Miss Mina closed out the individual reading with a selection from Carmilla. This short novel predates Dracula and the vampire and victim are both female. It gets rather steamy, in a mid-Victorian sort of way.

The Naked Girls finished the night with a shared reading of Robert Bloch’s short story “The Cloak”. (It’s been collected in many anthologies, but we found it in Weird Vampire Tales: 30 Blood-Chilling Stories from the Weird Fiction Pulps.)

We almost closed with a selection from Twilight, but decided to spare you that.

We’ll be scheduling our next salon soon. Check back here and we’ll let you know what we’ll be reading… naked!

A Nice Review of Love Stinks!

Posted in In the News with tags , on February 16, 2011 by ngrboston

From Dig Boston:

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….

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