2 e x o t i c m a g a z i n e | x m a g . c o m e x o t i c m a g a z i n e | x m a g . c o m 3 4 e x o t i c m a g a z i n e | x m a g . c o m e x o t i c m a g a z i n e | x m a g . c o m 5 6 e x o t i c m a g a z i n e | x m a g . c o m e x o t i c m a g a z i n e | x m a g . c o m 7 8 e x o t i c m a g a z i n e | x m a g . c o m e x o t i c m a g a z i n e | x m a g . c o m 9 1 0 e x o t i c m a g a z i n e | x m a g . c o m e x o t i c m a g a z i n e | x m a g . c o m 1 1 1 2 e x o t i c m a g a z i n e | x m a g . c o m Issue #197 • Volume 17 • Number 05 November 2009 Copyright © 2009 All rights reserved. EXPLOSIVE Published monthly by XMAG LLC. Circulation: 75,000 per month at 200+ sites BURLESQUE Mailing Address: burning up portland with the molotov dolls 818 SW 3rd Avenue, Suite 1324 by ms. kennedy Portland, Oregon 97204 Telephone: 503.241.4317 page 14 Fax: 503.914.0439 Email: [email protected] Exotic Online: www.xmag.com Publisher XMAG LLC. 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Possible side effects include headache, dizziness, mild nausea, diahrrea, vomiting, rash, itching, hives, swelling of the lips and face, AURAL STIMULATION PG. 50 hair growth, hand tremors, gum swelling, higher blood pressure, increase in cho- lesterol level, altered kidney function, swollen gums, acne, weight gain, blood in the SELF DEFENSE W/ MATA-LEAO PG. 56 urine, fl uid retention, drowsiness, irritability, behavior changes, oily anal discharges, premature ejaculation, complete penile dysfunction, lupus, sleep apnea, lyme disease and certain strains of knee-jerk, violent, right-wing republican behavior. exotic magazine | xmag.com 1 3 The Molotov Dolls are Portland’s newest burlesque troupe. Their timing couldn’t be better, since last time I checked, the Rose City Sirens were on some kind of hiatus. The group was founded by Madame Roulette in Salt Lake City, where it is practically illegal to have sex before handing all your money over to one of the world’s weirdest religions so they can sanction your marriage through a series of bizarre rituals. I’m not necessarily trashing Mormonism; you have to kind of admire an organization that generates an appall- ing amount of profit by spewing some really unlikely shit. Apparently, the inarguably conservative state of Utah was demanding that the burlesque performers each buy a $95 dollar license for every single show they did or they would be fined for prostitution—because artfully stripping down to pasties and panties is totally the same thing as exchanging sex for money. I’m sorry if it sounds unfair and ignorant but almost everything I hear about Utah just seems ass-backward as fuck. Fortunately, Portland is a lot more legally tolerant of hell-bound, sinful harlotry. I think everyone can agree that the OLCC is an over-reaching fascist section of our government. As a stripper, I am in far less danger of getting a bogus prostitution charge from the Portland police than I am from getting ticketed by the liquor license commission for touching my own boobs (!!!), I digress. Anyway, I got to take a break from touching my own boobs for a night to watch the Molotov Dolls perform at the Crave party, a month- ly event produced by my fellow stripper Mirage and held at Crush. The Dolls have impressive and awesomely diverse backgrounds. While there is a consistent history of performing arts in the troupe, these girls are all over the place and in a very good way. Portland is already familiar with Germany, renowned fire dancer and self- described “pseudo-stripper.” Besides the crazy fire stunts, Germany is really good at making cute, flippant, sexy faces while performing. You would think that spinning fire in a full-length skirt made out of inflated balloons would sort of distract from her hotness, but somehow it doesn’t. Zara Simone is a rare Portland native with five years of serious belly dancing skills. In addition, she is a trained opera singer and studying philosophy at PSU. Her fellow doll, Kiki Lamarr is also at PSU studying public health education with a focus on human sexuality. Satheara Sin has performed with the Cambodian Dance Troupe of Oregon. To round off the dark circus of avante-burlesque is eMcee emcee, the group’s only male member, who is just as pretty as the girls. Besides being super cute, he recently placed first in something called the “Portland Air Sex Competition.” Don’t worry, I Googled it for you. Apparently, air sex involves going on stage and pretending to get it on with your imaginary friend. It’s like playing air guitar in public, except a lot less shameful and sad. So, what does a motley crew of singers, actors, fire breathers and belly danc- ers bring to a less than ideal stage about the size of a pool table? The unex- pected. I wasn’t necessarily anticipating anything specific but the first act defi- nitely caught me off guard. When two of the performers came out and proceeded to balance swords on their head with expressions of nonchalance on their faces, I was intrigued. On top of that, they made it look good. I should mention at some point that in addition to this being a rare Friday night off, I was also on a really good second date and I pretty much spent intermission making out. Luckily, one of the performances was set to “I Put a Spell on You” and anything even vaguely related to Nina Simone automatically makes me pay attention. I love Nina Simone the way Mormons love magical underwear and “I Put a Spell on You” was a fantastic song choice (even if it wasn’t the Nina Simone version). In case you are unfortunate enough to not be familiar with the lyrics of “I Put a Spell on You,” it fits in with the kind of “get your shit together asshole” type of blues song. Why is this relevant? Because the dancers were all dressed up as brides who committed suicide in a different way. I like dark wittiness, particularly when the message highlights the idea that relationships kind of suck. This was the only piece involving the whole troupe (except the adorable boy who, by the way, did the cabaret announcer thing flaw- lessly). Five girls dancing on that stage is an accomplishment. I am not exaggerating about the stage’s inadequate size. I found the sword balancing and equation of marriage with suicide delightfully refreshing. I also like that the acts were balanced by a good, old-fashioned striptease. It was definitely a good decision to fit in a more conventional act that pays homage to the tradition of burlesque. Their audience reception was successful in that, “Goddamnit, I need to be closer to the stage and there’s too many people with the exact same idea” kind of way. For added fun at the end, Germany treated the audience to an impromptu and probably non-permitted fireball. Oregon is a good place for the Molotov Dolls. For the most part, Portland has its priorities in order: liberal appreciation of sensual art is all good but the potential for arson (albeit unintentional) is to be enjoyed with caution.