When I was growing up any opportunity to go and see the circus was an exciting experience. I loved watching the trapeze artist, the animal shows, the clowns and especially the high wire walkers. Some performers had flashy costumes that always sparkled in the light when they performed.
I have no idea what will sparkle at a circus to be held at the Resorts in Atlantic City because they’re going to be offering their patrons a chance to see something called a “Naked Circus.” (Is that the sound of James Bailey and P.T Barnum rolling in their graves I just heard?) If I was enthusiastic about seeing the circus when I was a teenager, the chance to see a naked circus would’ve motivated me beyond anyone’s imagination.
The resort’s owner Dennis Gomes told people that it’ll be as naked as the law allows. Female performers will wear pasties and G-strings. Unfortunately, it will be in a tent outside in the casino parking lot and will be for adults only. A collective “awwwwww” was heard from young boys around the country upon hearing this news.
How would you talk a circus performer into doing something like this?
“Alexis, babe, ya doin’ a great job here an’ we love you. We want to mix things up just a bit with yer routine. We’re gonna have some slight changes to the costume you wear during yer performance.”
“What type of costume changes?”
“Ah, yer not going to wear one. Actually, you’re gonna wear a G-string and some pasties but hey, with the great way you perform who’s gonna care? Besides, you know you’re beautiful, right?”
She takes a deep breath as her eyes open wide to this perceived insult.
“I am they flying Alexis. I am a fourth-generation circus performer on the trapeze. How can you ask such a thing of me?”
“Well, we plan to triple the pay for each of your performances.”
“Hey, what’s a G-string and some pasties among friends? You know, I bet I’ll like feeling that free. Excuse me, but I must get to a tanning salon right away.”