As a kid, belly dancer Fuchsia FoXXX never wanted to be a Disney princess. She envisioned herself as more of an exotic lady-creature, a snake charmer in her Southern California backyard. Drawn to the vampy and dark, she tricked out Halloween costumes with big hair and wigs and piled on the makeup. A grandmother's sweet-16 gift of six belly-dance classes ignited Fuchsia's young heart. From there, she began plowing through belly-dance camps and street dancing barefoot in the sun for hours with a tip basket.
While studying painting and gender studies in Baltimore, Fuchsia fell in with artists and performers as well as radical feminists like the Baltimore Women's Health Collective (politically minded girls who organized, among other ventures, a system of Dumpster diving resulting in potlucks). Her flashy pink veils and showgirl approach didn't mesh with traditional belly-dance troupes, but after heading back to the West Coast, her undulating belly rolls, vibrating thighs, and metronome-like hips found a home on Seattle's burlesque stage.
Indigo Blue snapped her up to teach belly dance at the Academy of Burlesque, but Fuchsia doesn't do stocking-and-glove removal or narrative strip. "Those props are too human—I don't know how to deal with that," she says. "I want to be more... atmospheric." Fuchsia gyrates for gigs around the country: bewitching at birthday parties, jiggling for fetishists, and balancing a sword on her head while hip-punching at El Gaucho's upscale Pampas Room. She's entertained bikers at a Georgetown Hells Angels gathering and David Hasselhoff on America's Got Talent. This summer, aboard the Queen Mary in Long Beach, she'll burlesque for rockabillies at the Ink-N-Iron Festival. She'll also bust out gigantic pink "Isis wings" with Queensrÿche: Fuchsia plays a belly-dancing muse for frontman Geoff Tate in the "Queensrÿche Cabaret" casino tour. The metal cages, multiple risers, and huge stage on which to strut are a Fuchsia FoXXX fantasyland—and a long way from that California backyard.