Seen at the Bristol Renaissance Faire on Saturday, July 21st, 2012.
his act, Austin always likes to find one special lady in the audience and lash
his whip right at her. His electric lust pulses through his muscles and sizzles
along the length of the whip until—CRACK! It bursts apart at her feet. When a sultry
smile spreads across her lips, Austin knows he’s done his job.
Sometimes his chosen women come talk to him
after the performance. They drop a dollar into his basket and slip their
numbers into his hand. Austin never calls them, though. Not anymore. During his
show, women find his tattoos exotic, his stunts daring, his grin sexy. In real
life, women find his harmonica-playing irritating, his stunts reckless, his
grin moronic. Austin gets all the satisfaction he needs knowing that five times
a day he can, with one crack of his whip, momentarily tame a woman into submission.
I changed the name of the whip artist because, especially with that last sentence, I make him sound like a total jerk. And he's probably not a total jerk! One of the problems I always encounter with this blog. Like when I make someone a murderer who's probably the farthest thing from a murderer in real life. If you want to look him up, though, you can check out the Bristol Renaissance Faire website. His show is amazing!
Sorry I haven't written in forever. Work has been busy. Life has been busy. You know how it is. Summer is always jam-packed. I'll try to be better about it this week.