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Interview with a Mud Queen

by Lady Huge Boobs

Last year I started dating this guy who wanted me to do sex-theater type things with my body all the time. He would get this old-pervert look and request that I do this ridiculous stuff naked and in public. One of these things was mud wrestling.

I blew that idea off, thinking that there was no way he’d find a mud-wrestling group for me to fulfill his fantasy out in. I was wrong. My boyfriend is in a band which is so typically immature of his kind of dude. One day he met some other typically immature guys in a rock group who just happen to be the house band of the famous Mud Queens of Chicago.

Yes, they are famous. I do not get out much and am obviously very sheltered. I thought mud wrestling was dead. Don’t feel bad if you share my ignorance the Mud Queens are still very underground but we hope to change all that soon.

I met Meg who heads up the Mud Queens of Chicago at Around the Coyote in September. She was covered in mud and a little miffed that she had just been admonished by the police commissioner. I asked her for an interview and we finally got together in January. She’s promoting the next show that takes place at 9pm on January 28th at 5600 West Belmont Avenue.

There was some concern that I wouldn’t recognize her without all the mud, but when I saw the woman with the perfect skin that can only be achieved by intense mud treatments, I knew it was her.

We talked about mud, the police, and empowerment. It took her 20 minutes to convince me to wrestle. I couldn’t resist, I was in awe of her happiness. She has an outlet that few of us have and she does it with her friends. Only some of us will be able to embrace our friends then pull away and throw mud in their eye. I want to experience that. Ah, the power of the pussy, may it get you dirty.

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Tell me a little about the history of Mud Queens

Mud Queens began as an off-the-wall idea in my backyard. I wanted to do something interesting in Chicago, where the audience would get crazy. I grew up in Oklahoma, and when we went to a show down there, it was not a passive event!

But going to shows in Chicago had started to get boring. The music was great – but people just stood around, acting like they were too cool for school. It drove me nuts.

While I had this on my mind, I went to the Viaduct Theater’s anniversary show and witnessed Jell-O wrestling. It was campy and hilarious – and very theatrical. The audience went wild, and that’s what I wanted. But I didn’t want to use Jell-O. I wanted something tough and dirty. Jell-O just seemed to sissy. That’s when the mud was born.

How did you start?

The first event was small, only about 150 people. It was in my friends' loft on Milwaukee Avenue. That show was a lot of trial and error. The cops showed up due to a noise complaint, but once they saw the mud everywhere, they were right next to the mud pit cheering the wrestlers on! After that first show, the whole thing just snowballed.

What were your other motivations?

Originally, my reason for starting the Mud Queens was sheer entertainment and spectacle. But as I began telling people about the event I encountered a lot of women who were put off by the idea. It kind of flabbergasted me, as I am the type of lady who always just does want I want because I want to – not to impress the boys.

The Mud Queens were not supporting the objectification of women. If anything, we are celebrating our strength and having a load of fun. Then I happened upon an amazing documentary in Chicago, Lipstick and Dynamite, Piss and Vinegar: The First Ladies of Wrestling. It focused on the toughness of these initial wrestlers, but also their plight in dealing with the male dominated wrestling business. After seeing this, my motivation for the Mud Queens became even more about empowerment. We wrestle for ourselves – to have fun and get dirty.

Many women are eager to join the Mud Queens. Why?

There is something exhilarating and powerful about putting on a costume and challenging someone to a match. Most of the Mud Queens never thought of doing something like this until the opportunity presented itself. The Mud Queens are not paid – they do this to satisfy their internal mud beast.

Please talk about your connection with Young Women’s Empowerment Project

The Mud Queens donate our profits to the YWEP – a charity that supports young women involved in the sex trade and street economies.

YWEP is not judgmental to these young women – they just want to help them make the best decisions for survival in our tough world. The organization is very much about empowering the young women to be confident, safe, and productive in their lives.

When I began the Mud Queens, I wanted to donate our proceeds to a charity – and YWEP falls right in line with what the Mud Queens support.

Despite your involvement the YWEP, you must get criticism from anti-porn groups and the like. How do you defend your group from these claims?

Well, I always invite the girls before I invite the boys. I would be quite happy if the entire audience was women. The Mud Queens don’t wrestle for the boys – we wrestle to satisfy our own inclinations to get dirty.

When confronted with the issues of objectifying women, I point out that women run the Mud Queens; this is a celebration of our sexuality and empowerment – not a repression of our womanhood. I am aware that our show is not everybody’s cup of tea.

But I do want ladies to understand our motivation for creating the Mud Queens. We are tough chicks and we do what we enjoy. Slamming society’s notion of how ladies should behave is about as feminist as you can get.

Are you against nudity?

Oh Lord, no! I’m quite an exhibitionist at heart. The human body should be celebrated and explored. But I am supportive of my wrestlers and their comfort levels. Some – like me – are just begging to get their shirt ripped off in the heat of the fight. Others prefer to keep covered, but they are all wildcats in the mud pit!

Do you ever use anything other than mud? Like KY Jelly?

No. Like I mentioned, I was inspired by the Jell-O-wrestling spectacle at the Viaduct Theatre – but I never really thought Jell-O would work for us. We need something a bit tougher. The prospect of throwing Jell-O in someone’s face just doesn’t have the same impact. And I would never even consider K-Y. That just seems to overtly sexual. That’s not what I want to portray or explore.

What does it take to be a mud queen?

An undeniable desire to get dirty and unleash the mud beast within you.

Tell us about some shows you have done.

Our last show was part of the Around the Coyote Arts festival. This show was special because we were performing outside – they had acquired a street permit right off Milwaukee Ave.

Our stage was right next to the Blue Line El tracks and a train would roar by about every 10 minutes. At the end of the show with all the wrestlers onstage, the train comes to a complete stop and everyone onboard is gawking out the windows. And then it just sits there for about four minutes will they all take it in. The CTA would probably be really pissed about that. I can only assume the train operator is on the speaker telling everyone why they have stopped – and the wrestlers are waving. It was quite climatic.

At this same show –the Mud Queens had to be careful to keep the nipples covered since it was a public venue. We went out of our way to make sure we were following city regulations in regards to our performance. We all wore super-tough pasties to ensure no full exposure would occur.

There were quite a few officers observing the show – no problems. Then a female police commissioner showed up and threw a fit. She was screaming at the wrestler onstage to put a shirt on – asking her what filth she thought we could get away with.

I was appalled at the way this officer was reacting – especially since we were following the regulations specified for public performance. This woman was not doing her job – she was inflicted her personal morality and insecurities on us. It put only a slight damper on our show, but it made the female officer look pretty stupid.
No one at the show was yelling, “Show us your titties!” It has always been “Take her down! Scissor hold the crazy mud chick!” But, hey, would our events be as much fun if it was acceptable to everyone? Probably not. Controversy fuels passion. And we certainly have passion in that pit.

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