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The summer of 2005, I toured my brand new solo show
GGG:Dominatrix for Dummies
to fringe festivals across Canada. I had written an account of my brief attempt to become a professional dominatrix in New York City (despite zero experience in kink), married it to a story about discovering Gabrielle Roth and ecstatic dance, and bookended it with a seminar on Radical Self Lust (complete with audience participation).
When I filled out the application for my first ever fringe (Toronto- notoriously challenging!), I was confronted by the question
“company name”__________.
I felt into that question. Yes, Eleanor O'Brien Productions would have been more accurate. It was just me, myself, and I, but I wanted to give the company a name that held the essence of the kind of art I had to offer.
I wanted to create art that liberates people from shame, and I wanted to create art that invokes a sense of joy.
Dance Naked Productions painted that picture for me. Freedom, joy, liberation! I imagined people dancing naked on a beach in the sunset.
All bodies,
all shapes,
free from judgment,
full of life.
Sex-Positive Theater, with a Happy Ending!
I wrote it in that blank space with enormous satisfaction at having found the perfect metaphor for the kind of theater I hoped to create.
Ha! ha ha ha!
Turns out, many people hear Dance Naked and get a very different picture.
I've had audience members inquire when the stripper would be coming, expectations of burlesque dancers and lap dances.
Do we at least GET NAKED?
The truth is, sometimes we do get
NAKED
But more often, we are telling
STORIES
Stories of joy, of pleasure, of discovery.
Stories that are vulnerable, and ecstatic, and hopeful.
It’s a complicated metaphor, but one I still believe in.
For me Dance Naked still conjures a vision of
body sovereignty,
freedom of erotic expression,
and the need for stories that share the joy as well as the challenge of being a sexual being and living in a body.
In 2021, I changed the name from Dance Naked Productions to Dance Naked Creative ( the censorship noose around anything sexual was beginning to tighten, and I was taken down off many social media sites). I wanted a refresh, and losing my Instagram and Youtube accounts required a new start. I felt there was so much more to the company than productions, (and as this was mid pandemic, there were precarious few of them). I found myself inspired to create experiences; weekend workshops and creativity classes, storytelling events, coaching and directing other performers, and all that felt contained by the moniker Dance Naked Creative.
While I love sharing my own stories, my deepest satisfaction comes from creating spaces where other people feel safe tapping into their own erotic genius.
And yes, I should have changed the name to something safer - like Dance Embodied or Tantra Theater - but I’m stubborn.
Despite the challenges of a name like Dance Naked, I still resonate with the image of freedom and joy in the body, and I strive to make theater that feels joyful.
GGG: Dominatrix for Dummies
was my first solo show, and served as entré into the world of sex-positive theatre and the universe that is kink. I joined FetLife in 2008, originally as a place to advertise my show, and discovered a brand-new-to-me ecosystem. BDSM, LGBTQ, ENM, and a slew of other letters opened my mind to so many possibilities.
GGG was only the beginning. In 2009, a brand new festival began in Portland called Fertile Ground, and indeed it was. I decided to put out the call for actresses to join me in devising a show about desire, specifically women's sexual fantasies. Originally, I'd planned to theatricalize the book My Secret Garden, but the cast had other ideas. They wanted to create original material, and that is how the first Inviting Desire was born.
Inviting Desire: A Theatrical Aphrodisiac
was performed at a venue now called Portland Playhouse. It was still very much a converted church at that time, and one of the monologues was performed in the baptismal font. I played the emcee in that production, and we danced on the line of propriety.
There was a piece about calling your lover daddy, a piece about being raped by a Minotaur (half in Greek!), a piece about being pleasured by your LMT. In one piece we waxed rhapsodic about Obama and his Big Black Cock. This was a show about desire, and it was not politically correct, but it was hugely popular. We sold out every night. The theater was packed with people returning with friends, with lovers.
We established a practice that became a staple of all Dance Naked productions. We touched the audience (with their consent). We had a hair pulling demo that the cast then offered to the crowd and invited them to practice on each other. The resulting moans and laughter convinced us that we had tapped into something primal, something only live theater can do - a physical interaction between the performer and the audience. Future productions of Inviting Desire all contained an element of the touch principle.
That original production shrunk down to four performers and became
Inviting Desire: Lubricate Your Libido
I bought an old RV and we took it on tour. We crossed Canada with our edgy, erotic, scrappy band of feminist theatre, doing our best to close the orgasm gap. Winnipeg may never be the same.
In 2010, I convened a brand new cast, and we devised a show based on the premise of PERMISSION.
Inviting Desire: Pleasure, Permission, Possibility
focused on what is possible when you give yourself permission, and what happens when we give EACH OTHER permission,
(in fact each audience member got a tab of homeopathic ecstasy as they entered the theater).
We created a ritual - a breathing exercise where we invited the audience to breathe in while the cast breathed out (i. e. breath fucking). They were instructed to pop that tab of ecstasy (in reality, an un-altered Altoid) and allow themselves to undo the top button, melt into their seat, hold on to their genitals, and let themselves be transported.
What unfolded was a series of scenes that explored masturbation, opening up about STIs, fantasizing about your step-uncle, fucking the nanny, and electing Dan Savage president.
It was quite subversive.
But again, we'd struck a chord. People were hungry for that kind of theater, the kind of theater we were offering - funny, feminist, and hot af.
In 2012, I found myself fascinated with the book Sex at Dawn and how much it helped me in my own explorations of polyamory.
The next Inviting Desire:
The Dawn of Sex
focused on the challenges and possibilities of both ethical non monogamy and monogamous pair bonding. We explored the freedom of choice and the seduction of safety. Stories ran the gamut from slut-embracing to what it means to be ace (which was the first time many people had heard of that concept) One of my favorite scenes was that of a female guru based on Amma the hugging guru - but our guru produced spontaneous orgasms.
This was the first show to feature a cuddle pit for the audience which was full night after night. We looked for ways to help the audience connect, introducing games at intermission and applying temporary tattoos.
After that iteration, I stopped producing shows for a while to focus on creating workshops designed to help other people develop their own erotic material. I developed a program called
Seducing the Muse
where participants played a variety of sexed-up theater games and NSFW writing promts to inspire the erotic imagination. The results were evenings of student performances that blew people away with the power in revealing your sexual self.
Around this time I toured GGG:Dominatrix for Dummies to a festival in Santa Cruz, California, where I met Misha Bonaventure (who later went on to lead the adult play party group the Bonobos), and who introduced me to a show called What is Erotic?
The concept was fairly simple. Anyone could audition for the production. They brought with them their own idea for a piece, and the director shaped the selections into a cohesive evening of theater. The result seemed to be an electric evening of turn-on for all assembled. I asked if I could license the name and was blessed with permission.
What is Erotic?
was my first time directing male-bodied people. I had been eager to include men, though I was nervous about the prospect. I did struggle with some of them. Having grown up in the theater, I assumed people knew that the director was the one in charge (even if she happens to be female). I found not all men are comfortable with that dynamic and wanted to challenge it. Often.
“What is Erotic?” resurrects within us both our deepest, darkest secrets and wildest pleasures as one in the same…It was Riveting. - Ambit magazine
But the show was a success, and I deeply appreciated many of the men in the cast, bearing their souls, grieving genital mutilation (all of them had been circumcised) sharing intimate details of their secret arousals. I found having both men and women sharing their stories onstage made for a rich stew of intimacy.
I used a similar format with the show
Revelations
The title came from a house party started by a friend where he invited everyone who wished to do an artful strip tease for the room.
From improvised beginnings grew an annual event that included highly choreographed numbers, video contributions, and many courageous debuts. It lasted until he had a kid, and then went on permanent hiatus. I asked my friend if I could pick up the lapsed tradition and was given his blessing. Revelations featured some soul bearing performances where the vulnerable became synonymous with erotic.
Around 2013 I was struggling in my marriage. We'd only been married two years at that time, but our sex life had deteriorated. We had an open marriage, though, so I sought out sex elsewhere. I was surprised by the fact that I fell in love with the man who was supposed to be my weekend lover.
My second solo show,
Lust & Marriage
grew out of that dilemma. In it I explored what it meant to love someone with your whole heart, and no longer want to have sex with them. If ours was a companionship marriage, and I only had sex with my lover, was I really polyamorous?
I toured that show across Canada in 2015, with a few stops in the US (including two shows in a tent at Burning Man to a half dozen people). I later brought it to Europe, with shows in London, Brussels and Amsterdam.
Throughout this time, I continued develop a modality around helping people tell their stories, as well as devising ways to get people to talk about sex in general. I developed
Come Play!
A night of games that promised both sexy stories and silliness.
I began hosting
Stand Up Smut
an erotic open mic, to give people a place to share their erotic genius (which continues to this day).
In 2018, I directed a new ensemble piece called
Sex We Can!
that recalled the famous slogan of Obama's presidency and invited participants to imagine the sexual future they wanted to live into.
It was a hopeful show, one full of joyous visions of human evolution, including a piece I developed called Cult of Cunnilingus, in which I crafted a blend of humor and vulnerability that helped everyone lower their guard. In that piece, I played a camp counselor at PDX Goddess Worship 101, which extolled the virtues of Pussy Worship as a pathway to the divine. The crowd loved it, and I loved doing it, and at the end of the run, I mourned not having a chance to tell that story again.
Little did I know.
That story grew into a full length solo show called
How to Really, Really? Really! Love a Woman
all about my personal pussy journey through the shame of rejection for the way I taste, to the glory of being eaten out by a master of cunning linguist (with an Irish accent to boot!). I toured that show until the last possible second - COVID shut it down on March 14th, 2020.
I love telling the story of discovering sexual safety and how phenomenal it feels to know your pussy is revered and respected. I loved talking to people afterwards about how the show resonated for them (both women AND men).
During the years of Covid, I took a bit of a detour and fulfilled a longtime dream of starting a speed dating business called
Spinner
I learned how to transfer my skills creating safe spaces to the digital environment. I developed a sex-positive experience based on zoom that helped people “Fall in love, Get Laid and Have Fun.”
While ultimately, I didn't have the tech skills to build and scale a business, I did learn some fancy tech skills for running a show on zoom. I created a platform specific show built for this new modality, and I called it
Cult of Cunnilingus
(I figured I was probably the only one who remembered the original monologue with this title). Only this time, I brought the cult with me.
I'd convinced a few friends and fans to act as my flock, and I dropped gallery view videos into the show in real time, making it seem for the audience that they were surrounded by true believers. It was inside this show that I first introduced the concept of Plan V.
Plan V was a global organization
that had grown out of the practice of people getting together to
share stories of pussy.
Plan V exists to honor pussy, protect pussy, and acknowledge the role of pussy in our lives.
Many people who saw that show were convinced Plan V was an actual thing. They wanted to know how they could join. There was near universal agreement - If it doesn't exist, it definitely should.
As the world began to open up post COVID, I turned to my dream postponed. I wanted to take a show to the Edinburgh Fringe and perform it for my 50th birthday.
I dusted off How to Really, Really? Really! Love a Woman, but when I returned to the show, I felt compelled to add what I'd learned during Cult of Cunnilingus, and before I knew it, a new show had been born.
Plan V answers the question- how did it happen?
How did we transition to a peaceful, goddess-loving society in the space of 10 years?
We started by prioritizing female pleasure. We started sharing our stories and talking about what our pussies need.
I premiered
Plan V: The Joyful Cult of Pussy Worship
at the world famous Vagina Museum in London, UK. I flyered my heart out on the famous cobblestone streets of Edinburgh and managed to convert a few locals.I discovered just how uncomfortable a title like The Joyful Cult of Pussy Worship makes people.
I rethought the marketing.
The next iteration of the show was called
Plan V: Pussy Parables and Epiphanies
In this version I helped a dozen women develop their pussy stories for a Valentine's Day celebration featuring different pussy stories at every show.
(And lost my Stripe account when they accused me of “selling sex” so I could no longer sell tickets via the Dance Naked website).
I took the show to Fresno and Hawaii where I began to experiment with the idea of creating local Plan V chapters. I was obsessed by the idea that people need the opportunity to talk openly about their sexual experiences, their genitals, especially in a place that feels safe for female bodied people. I started holding Plan V gatherings where I use the techniques I developed with Seducing the Muse to help people share their pussy stories.
I married my love of talking about pussy with my love of making art, and created a curriculum where participants make tangible gifts to take away at the end. We create Yoni-inspired art, while sharing personal stories from our own experience.
I continued to develop the script for
Plan V,
now Viva la Vulvalution
as well as the technology to support a tour. I figured out how to run my own sound and lights.
Meeting Nate, my sweetheart,
has been a game changer. His support has helped me to develop both Plan V The Movement as well as Plan V The Show and take them to the next level. He built a website to help spread the word. He edited the performance video that is now available for streaming. He cut a trailer to help introduce the full length performance. He helped me create a Hump film that didn't get into Hump, but works great as a piece of Plan V propaganda.
As I head into 2024, Plan V continues to dominate my desires, both performing the show and creating the actual movement.
To co-create a world that reveres the sacred feminine, that honors the power of pussy.
Yeah. I'm happy if that's my legacy.
I continue to teach a combination of workshops, both local and online. I have been writing the Plan V Handbook, facilitating Plan V cohorts, and I plan on touring Plan V: Viva La Vulvalution globally, spreading the gospel and honoring the goddess.
If you are
new to Dance Naked Creative,
I'm delighted to welcome you into the folds. For my
longtime friends and fans,
THANK YOU
for sticking around and growing with me.
For my patrons
who support me financially and spiritual spiritually through my Patreon,
YOU
make it possible for me to create art.
Without you, I would probably be a hairdresser.
I hope you'll all join me in the continued unfolding of Dance Naked Creative as I continue to
evoke,
provoke,
inspire
and aspire
to new creative challenges,
and offer permission for you to be your most creative erotic self.
© 2024 by Dance Naked Creative