Behind the Curtain of "buju": Secret Intimacies

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—buju is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout buju. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in buju. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in buju. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in buju, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. buju ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.