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Interview with VICE


Being a Stripper is Great Material for a Standup Comedian

(it really is) 

Making a stop in my home province of Ontario, I stopped to have a chat with Manisha Krishnan of Vice Canada about flashing my gash for cash.

Photo by  Andy Boyle   for Milk Made. 

Photo by Andy Boyle  for Milk Made. 

Here's an excerpt from the interview! Read it in full here.

While there are lots of things a newbie stripper could potentially stress over, Jacqueline Frances remembers having a singular goal when she first "flashed her gash for cash": not farting in her client's face.
"I am focusing on harnessing all of the energy of the universe to keep myself from blowing gas in the face of a man who whispers to horses and have deemed my vagina the eighth wonder of the world," the 29-year-old writes in her memoir The Beaver Show, for which she's currently doing a book tour. "In the months to come, I will become highly skilled at refraining from farting when putting my body into positions that are emotionally harrowing and also biologically conducive to relieving flatulence."
Frances, aka Jacq the Stripper, is shy about nothing. Sitting at The Beaver in downtown Toronto in leopard print leggings and a loose black shirt, the platinum blonde jumps from discussing body odour to the stigmatization of stripping in the same breath.
After growing up in the suburban town of Caledon, Ontario, Frances studied literature at McGill University, took up an advertising job, hated it, and quit to go travelling.
"I was actually go-go dancing in Thailand... It was super cheesy but it was really fun. I was getting paid to entertain, which I loved," she told VICE prior to her stand-up comedy show last week. "And then I moved to Sydney on a whim, but Sydney is fucking expensive. So it took me like a week or two weeks to just be like 'Fuck this shit, I'm gonna be a stripper.'"
Now based out of Williamsburg (where else?), Frances has more recently added stand-up, writing, and illustrating to her list of credentials. VICE asked her what it's like to be a gay, married stripper; how male clients differ around the world; and if she's gotten more "asshole-confident" over time.

Click here for full interview.

The Beaver Show Tour Diary: Montreal (Part 1)


Montreal is always a blur to me. 

You know when you're a child or a puppy (or me) and you're so excited that you just pee all over the place? Well I had a great time sprinkling all over my favorite city in the world for the last three days. 

IT ALL BEGAN with Danielle getting up early to make me breakfast and a LADY uber driver picking me up! 



I rolled in to town solo, bought some cheese and wine and waited for the arrival of the baddest bitches on the planet:

Mallory Bey - the most Canadian person in the history of humanity - and my best friend: 

Rachel Green is a comedy queen from New York City. We met in the joke scene, and upon realizing that she has more sticky-situation-stories than anyone I've ever met, I knew she was my soul sister:

It is worth noting that Rachel Green has glorious tits and even more glorious jokes about them. 

It is worth noting that Rachel Green has glorious tits and even more glorious jokes about them. 

While I was rehearsing my set, Mal took this wildly unflattering photo:

Mal, Rachel and I marched through the snow to Chez Serge, my favorite bar in the world. It's where I worked, learned how to funnel a beer, and became a Habs fan. It's an important place that you need to visit if you're ever in Montreal. Drink the beer, ride the bull and lick the floor because you probably need to boost your immune system and stop using so much hand santizer. 

Paulo Branco, left, owner of Chez Serge and Bar King of the 514. 

Paulo Branco, left, owner of Chez Serge and Bar King of the 514. 

I told jokes! People LAUGHED. A man in the audience asked if my opinion on men had changed because WELL AREN'T ALL MEN HOPEFUL THAT THEY AREN'T PERCEIVED AS THE PIECES OF SHIT THEY CHOOSE TO BE MOST OF THE TIME. (Shoutout to those men who work very hard on overcoming your p.o.s.iness. You have been acknowledged. Now stop telling me NOT ALL MEN and fix your brethren.) 

I signed BOOKS for FANS (I'm still freaking out when people identify as fans) who, when I said, "let's take picture," IMMEDIATELY RIPPED OFF THEIR SHIRTS IN HEARTWARMING UNISON. 

These boys are the best. 

These boys are the best. 

Hotties posed at the merch table! 

Then I got really drunk and stoned and woke up the next morning with a supreme hangover that only six kilos of bread and cheese could cure (not pictured).

We did some Biore face strips because who doesn't love inspecting their own blackheads?

Rachel enjoyed her strips with a glass of Malbec because she's classy like that. 

Meanwhile, Jacq got her strips so wet that they never dried. Like a soggy band-aid, she peeled them off and wept as the blackheads remained on her nose and chin. 

Other things happened and I'm really hoping I find the polaroids that may or may not still be in Mal's car.