For the past 2 months, I have had more people laugh at me than in my entire life(which is not that long albeit).
Last night I performed at my first actual comedy show. As a comedian. Next to real, seasoned, hilarious, slightly intimidating, definitely out of college, comedians.
And I killed it.

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This all happened because of a good friend, who I won’t name lest she be condemned, who is involved with the Bleux Stockings Society. They run a number of different kind of events, all based on performance media, and promote feminism and queer, women of color. I was familiar with them from their once a month show, that was just ‘you have a thing to perform? Poetry? Comedy? Spoken word? Sweet. Come do it’ and a theme. I went, and I told stories with shaky hands and a shrill voice, but I got laughs. Like real guffaws. What the hell.
Next thing I know, I’m being asked to come back for their Comedy Show in May. I do it, and I went in realistic. Because these are all professional comedians who have done shows all around Atlanta, so they SHOULD be there. I was just funny at the right time and place, and knew people involved. So I wasn’t expecting to be told to do something at a club in Downtown Atlanta.

Needless to say, I sort of stumbled onto a potential career. And here’s why I’m scared shitless: I can’t expect to just coast through it form now on. I’ve gotten REALY lucky through friends to get where I am now. Not to say I’m gonna wrap my life around Comedy just yet, but I can’t expect Kevin Hart’s manager to come up and say “You got some real talent, here’s a million dollars for an hour on Comedy central” because lets face it, I’ve been in the game -if even- for like 5 seconds compared to other comedians out here.

I guess I’m trying to have fun. Because performing is fun. (and feed my narcissism)But at what point do I have to say “If I wan’t this, I have to give it my all”? When do I have to ‘get serious’ in order to still have fun with it? In a perfect world, when I have to go to France to meet the prince and live there for a year as his personal advisor, people will cry and send me letters on how I need to, no, I must come back and perform. I’m a beacon to every young queer black woman who wants to do something with their life. One can only dream.

-A

P.s. Sources say Lace Larrabee laughed really hard at my jokes and took pictures of me on stage and I didn’t notice her doing that to anyone else (but I could be wrong) and i’m dyyyiiiiinnnnggggggg

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