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About Osaka

Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

Takarazuka: Sexual Politics & Popular Culture in Modern Japan

That she was originally embodied on stage by a young male, whose biological sex was no secret to the audience but whose voice, face, and demeanor made his.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted. But you know what? I felt good. Takarazuka, with all its quirks and surprises, had me feeling alive. I mean, who knew a day could be so wild?

Hyogo museum holding special exhibition on Buichi Terasawa