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as seen in Annie Sprinkle: Post-Porn Modernist,
available in the Sprinkle
Shoppe
The Bosom Ballet is a performance in which I stretch, pinch, squeeze, twist,
rock, roll, and jiggle my breasts to music, usually “The Blue Danube
Waltz,” under a pink spotlight. I wear opera-length black gloves and
a tutu. Over the years I have also done various other styles of bosom dance.
There was the Bosom Tap Dance, which I performed in a nightclub off Broadway.
I glued taps all over my boobs and fingertips and amplified the sound as
I tapped away. Then there was the Bosom Ballet Folklorico I did to Peruvian
music at a party on Puerto Rican day. In Slovenia, home to Lawrence Welk’s
forebears, I did the Bosom Polka with a real live polka band on national
television. (On the same show—Slovenia’s version of the David
Letterman Show—my girlfriend Kimberley Silver and I performed Slovenia’s
first televised lesbian kiss.) In Berlin, I did the Bosom Samba with a live
samba band in a football stadium during half-time (something I would never
be allowed do in the U.S.A.).The Bosom Ballet can be viewed in several movies,
on the cover of the European edition of The History of the Breast, on a fancy
poster by Art Unlimited, in a photo illustration in a Japanese magazine,
next to Edward Weston’s photos in a classy Aperture photography book
called Master Breast, and in a limited-edition black-and-white photographic
work in art galleries. The Bosom Ballet was hands-down my most successful
and versatile multimedia whore project.
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