It's every kid's dream to run away with the circus — to slather on white pancake makeup and climb into a crowded toy car or stun an audience speechless by cracking the whip at a roaring beast. Me, I longed to be the graceful fire spinner twirling dual batons of steel, smiling like royalty as the gasoline-fueled flames licked at my sequined blue tutu (thankfully, I thought twice before taking Mommy's lighter to my rubber-capped pageant batons). Turns out Phoenix has an entire subculture of performers who turned their flaming... More >>>