L U N A T A L K with Eva Moon

Wardrobe Malfunction

July 22, 2007 on 9:45 pm | In Arts, Backstage Pass, General Musing |

I belly dance. Mostly for fun and exercise, but once or twice a year I put on the beads and bangles and shake it in front of a live audience. This year, a little extra shaking went on when the back hook on my lovely beaded bra snapped. Twice. The first time, I dashed offstage where friendly hands pinned it back on. That lasted until the first time I raised my arms. I just managed to avoid pulling a full Janet Jackson, but it was still quite a show. Ah well.

UPDATE: It turns out the moment was caught on camera:

If you’re not familiar with the recreational belly dance scene, it’s one of the friendliest and most accepting scenes around. It’s easy to sneer at the fat and wrinkles, but deep down inside every fat wrinkly woman there’s a fabulous, sexy goddess just dying to wear something beautiful every now and then. And the Mediterranean Fantasy Festival, held in a park in West Seattle every July is the place to indulge one’s inner Princess Jasmine. It’s a day-long parade from the sublime to the ridiculous. From sinuous pros showing off mind-boggling body control to dread-locked, cat-eared, tattooed ragamuffins with hula hoops to middle-aged ladies in fishnet stockings jiggling to an Arabic remix of “If I were a Rich Man.”

It’s not something I need to experience often. Once a year is plenty and even then, it seems like almost too much. But what the hell. Where else can I lose my top on stage and shrug it off without embarrassment?

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