On Friday night, I photographed Hooter Rangers: A Spicy Morphing Burlesque show at Gorilla Tango Theatre in Bucktown for Time Out Chicago.
I’ve heard that this theatre exists. I helped Bill do head shots for one of the actors about a year ago. She performs in two of their shows, a Star Wars theme called, “A Nude Hope” and an Indiana Jones show called, “Temple of Boobs.”
When she told me about the burlesque work she did, I thought, “Hmm, I should check it out.” But then I backburned it.
I was an idiot!
All I need to say is, Run, don’t walk, to see one or all of the shows at Gorilla Tango!
Sitting their photographing, I was trying to decide if I was having as much fun or more than the crowd … who was obviously having a blast. As an audience member, you’re encouraged to hoot and holler, albeit respectfully, or you’ll get kicked out on the street.
I knew the Power Rangers TV Show enough to understand what they were parodying, which may have helped, but certainly wasn’t necessary.
The level of sexy heat that the women brought to the stage is hands down one of the biggest turnons you can get in the city. The great thing about the performers is how real they are, but when a real woman brings it … I mean owns every ounce of her body and turns on the heat … I couldn’t help but love it.
By real, I mean, there were all kinds of body types, and by the end of the show, I was just as turned on by the performers whom I thought might not do it for me. I don’t know if that sounds douchy to write. It seems like it.
But it’s meant as a compliment.
There was a nerdy ranger who, by the end of one of her strip teases, I had to say, “Be still my beating heart.” And by beating heart, I mean … wow!
What I think works about the show is it basically gives permission to women to own the bodies mother nature gave them. Watching Tina’s face go through the film, you could see her feel validated. Seeing other women show off their bodies made her feel more comfortable to show of hers.
Sometimes she doesn’t feel comfortable in a bathing suit, which I don’t agree with.
But sexy from a magazine and sexy from real life are two different things. I personally prefer the latter.
As a former believer, I still have to wrestle with feelings about overt sexuality. And pangs of guilt still bang against my skull. It’s like I have to question if burlesque is really something a moral, outstanding person should enjoy.
And I say, “Yes!” I say go with your spouse, girlfriend or boyfriend. Straight, gay, whatever. The show is a blast. It’s a brilliant way to spend an hour on a Friday night.
I promise it will make these hot nights in the city even hotter.
I’ll share photos once their published at Time Out Chicago.