Blah blah blah. Hello, I am Jamie Mykaela – cabaret dickhead extraordinaire. It’s the third week of fringe. I am tired and sparkly. Send Beroccas and diet cola beverages.

First show. Done. I am absolutely rooted.

It worked. I feel everything and nothing at the same time. I packed out the backroom of The Moon Cafe and gave them a stupid fun time. The sound of a room full of people laughing at/with you is something I will never get tired of. Also the sound of people being stone cold quiet as you chat about your experiences and why people need to start listening to women when they speak up about assault. The show was a rollercoaster.

The show starts so bloody manic which is so difficult to conjure up the energy for when you’ve just danced your ass of for two hours flyering with your pals in booty shorts and not being able to rehearse but we got through it. I have a feeling I may’ve lulled my audience into a false sense of security during my show and then just sprung a bunch of ANGRY FEMINISM on to them, but they seemed to bounce back quickly which was delightful as it’s toward the end of the show.

It was interesting to see some of the reactions of the male audience members. They looked uncomfortable and I’m glad about that. Not glad that they are uncomfortable but glad that there is a reaction to what I’m saying and that it’s the correct response. It’s so disheartening to hear women chuckle in an empathetic way while I’m listing off #everydaysexism type shit. I’m really glad I didn’t try to soften or sugarcoat this segment of the show because it’s very close to my heart and so prevalent in the community I’m involved with that occasionally include false allies who use their “woke status” to take advantage of women and femme presenting people – something I have heard way too much of during this fringe.

I’m not going to lie and say there weren’t fuck ups. It was a preview show and the first time I’ve presented that show to someone who wasn’t my partner (and co-writer). I could go on and on about how I missed that gag or forgot that line or didn’t deliver that killer burn as well I could’ve, but that is for Tomorrow Jamie. Right Now Jamie is tired and basking in post-opening night glow in an epsom salts bath – soothing my aching and glittery body. So ethereal. So much mascara leaking down my face.

But no rest for the wicked, tomorrow I have a clowning workshop to go to (Yes, it’s a thing. I know it’s stupid)

Come to the Tuesday show. It’ll be a time.

Much love, Jamie Mykaela x

P.S. Pals, if were thinking about coming to see my show you can find it here and if you use the code PAYME you can get a cheeky little discount at the checkout. Or you can wait for RushTix, ya cheap shits.

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