Friday, March 17, 2017

Vogue Femme: Trans* Blaqtin@ Adventures

UCR Spring 2017
Dance 005: Introduction to Dance
“Vogue Femme: Trans* Blaqtin@ Adventures”
with (Cuauhtémoc Peranda) Overall Prince Dante Lauren Tan Chichimeca
Section 008: Monday/Wednesday @5:10-6:30pm
Section 011: Tuesday/Thursday @9:40-11:00am


Vogue, Voguing, Performance, or Presentation, is a dance form that comes out of the New York City underground Black & Latinx ballroom scene culture of drag, runway walking, fashion, and body realness. Since the mid-1980’s, vogue has spread throughout the United States, and internationally to Brazil, Argentina, Mexico, Italy, Canada, Japan, France, Jamaica, Spain and Russia. Though its popularity/notoriety in popular culture ebbs and flows, it remains a treasured means of communication, empowerment, expression and unity for Queer and Transgender People of Color who stewart the ballroom scene’s balls (pageantry competitions). This quarter, the course will focus on Vogue Femme, currently one of the most popular techniques of vogue, which was born in the 1990’s out of the Transgender Latina ballroom scene children, who needed a dance style that was more feminine, and less masculine, than the earlier techniques of Vogue Old Way, or New Way Vogue. With Vogue Femme, we will explore the embodied knowledge kept in the techniques of vogue, to get a taste for the Trans*Latinidad deep in the kinesthesia and rhythms of the dance. By the review and werk of the FIVE ELEMENTS OF VOGUE, we will build our confidence and body strength, break a sweat, learn fabulous choreography, and create our own personal-expressive dance phrases to whip out whenever we feel a beat! We will have fun! We will get strong! And we will be Fierce! “THE TEA WILL BE SERVED HOT AND SWEET!”


Cuauhtémoc Peranda, A.K.A. Overall Prince Dante Lauren Tan Chichimeca, M.F.A., (Mescalero Apache/Mexica- Chichimeca) is a two-spirit butch queen voguer from the Iconic House of Lauren, International. He has been voguing since 2008, and has choreographed vogue for his own projects and for professional dance companies in the San Francisco Bay Area. He has had the pleasure to learn voguing from the House of Avant-Garde's School of Opulence in Chicago, and now continues his vogue research and teaching as the Principal Investigator of the Chichimeca Vogue Lab at the University of California at Riverside's Ph.D. program in Critical Dance Studies. He has performed throughout California, and has presented dance work in New York, Seattle, London, Honolulu, Berlin, Cambridge, and Tijuana. He is graduate of the dance program at Stanford University, and has received his MFA in choreography ​and performance ​from Mills College.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

The Queen call it Reading


The Queens call it Reading
Intimately Penetrating into the Ineffable Choreographic Improvisations of Vogue

In “Improvisation in African-American Vernacular Dancing”, Cleis Albeni makes the argument for looking at improvisation, as choreography. This claim sets in motion the precedent to examine not only how dance studies examines and valuates the composition of dance, but also how dance composes its subject matter—how that subject matter is danced. This original research paper seeks to examine how dance composes the subject matter of the voguer. More specifically, the contemporary practice of voguing will be investigated as a discursive cluster of knowledge which theorizes and produces in its dancing how gender and desire can be not only represented through this improvisational technique, but also makes a claim that gender and desire are compositions in lived experience. By also looking at voguing as a dance practice embodying the Black Radical Tradition, this paper will make the case for voguing as a resistive and disruptive practice to western European thought and ordered.



The Queens call it Reading: Intimately Penetrating into the Ineffable Choreographic Improvisations of Vogue... by Prince Cuauhtii Lauren Chichimeca on Scribd

Friday, February 17, 2017

Prayer for the Boo

Prayer for the Boo
by P. Dante Cuauhtémoc 

Dear Boo
My love of the night
in a phone call I hear such fright
of
The Future.
As uncertain as the moon's sight
forever biting at our love
coaxing us to bear that soul
that melts us
feeds us
bind us
and for now, has kept us apart.
Dear Boo
I miss the intensity of your noes,
nestled up against your sweet eyes
beside calming cheeks
I miss it because
those nose boo kisses helps us feel
both
grounded
and in outer space
where no boo has gone before.
Looking at our future,
and all its possibilities
knowing too well the past
I stop
I pray
I will not go back to the day
of being frozen
in the great unknown...
"...must trust the unknown"
Jomama Jones once said:
"Life is Motion, Life is Motion, Life is Motion!",
and I believe her.
As long as we keep dancing
as we know we want to
the moon's bite, reminds us
it is only the pinch
for us to yell AYE!
and LET'S GO!
and be the peaceful, happy, and good boos,
like
I know, we are.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Grad school is hard...

Grad School is hard…
by Cuauhtémoc Peranda 

Grad School is hard.
I cope by being extra
Extra Joy, Extra dancing, Extra Tacos...
They help me rise
When all I want to do is crumble and fall
Down down
Temoc
To fall, to descend...
I lost the message I was supposed to send...
No.
Yes.
?Yas?
YAASSS!!!
With that Triple "S"
For that triple "D"
Come to me!
Taste this
Taco.
Y se llama paco.
I love you extra big
Mis amores son largos, gordos, y grandes.
We betta' werk hermanas,
because,
Grad school is hard.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

The addict

"Glitter Shaman:
Reaching for perfection, he forgot he had gnawed off his arm. There was nothing there to extend, but a little blood and bone. Still he felt the need to catch the sun in the night. He burned himself over and over upon the fire, with legs to weak to notice what he had fell into--to weak to run, jump, gallop out of the flames that were to engulf his whole body. And, there was no sun to catch. His mind was lost. It was she, the transgender lady of the starts, that took him out of the fire, and retrieved his arm from his stomach. it was she, the mistress of water on earth that slapped him out of the hallucination induced by the horny white rabbit of mescal, playful love, and tender kisses. Unable to stay long, as her current pulled her back to the flow, she left him a shell, which he used to contemplate--meditate back into wholeness: reality. As the sun rose, his brothers began to bloom, and he rushed to be held once again in their garden. Still unable to fell his old-new arm, he reached for their embrace...

How do you think his peers responded?

Antonio:
They rejected him? Huh? because he didn't follow the rules, and he broke all of their trusts.

Glitter Shaman:
Not quite. Xochipilli was welcomed back, and was hugged so tightly, seed sprang forth to cover the earth. Still today, his friends and family, his brothers, embrace his body with radical tenderness: tattoos and vines."

---A story from the Glitter Shaman

Monday, December 5, 2016

The last day of my first time teaching Introduction to Dance Studies.

Me: *takes final exam*, Have a great holiday!

Student: I just want to say that I really loved this class. And your passion and enthusiasm, it made section so good. You are so commitment to the subject of dance, it was really inspiring. To be honest, I wasn't really into this class at first. I was like, dance, whatever, its just people doing things and moving But then you guys really opened my eyes to seeing the meaning in the dance, and how dance really does change the world, and brings people together. Anyways, thank you for your teaching, it was amazing!

Me: *lives*, Oh thank you! Please keep engaging with dance. I am so happy to hear this. Thank you, it was an honor to be your teacher and TA

Sunday, November 20, 2016

graduate school 11-20-16

To write and read and grade and "budget", while my gay rights are under threat, while my undocu-queer lovers are in danger, while my career may be destroyed, seems so ridiculous, and I am beyond frustrated.
Every time I read another headline about Trump's moves to settle fraud cases, or pick another cabinet member, I wonder how much longer it will be until I am without rights, unions, work, money, homes, loans, or a career. I wonder, even more than before, if my dream of becoming a Professor of Dance is even possible--not only for the lack of employment, but because in the future, Dance may not even be a field. I doubt it, but it is a scary thought as de-funding of the arts is even more possible.
Beyond all of this are my limits. Or, I should say, deep inside myself, away from the politics of the country, is my energy that is constantly near depletion. Between conferences, meetings, classes, teaching, grading, lecturing, writing papers, reading, collaborating, planning, is this very sad thing, of which I am unsure I can afford living as a graduate student. I am following all the tricks and and strategies of my peers, following "the hustle", and for now I am okay--but I am for sure living like an outlaw, juggling legality. I am for sure wondering how long I can keep this up, or what will happen this next coming summer. Without a "home" to really return to, I am constantly scared that if I fail, I will be lost in the streets of the Inland Empire.
Now, I know, yes, there are plenty of peers that will help me out. I will most likely not be forced to live in the stacks of the Rivera Library, but how does that feel? To live in the care of peers because you have nothing else? I do not know, and I do not want to find out.
It is with these thoughts that I look to the strength of my undocu-queer friends and peers. They are the ones taking huge chances towards their survival and education, against deportation. Without sometimes an ability to work, get loans, or get scholarships, how do they make that hustle work? I never really know, but I am grateful when they let me in on their secret lives.
I miss my full time job with benefits. I miss my 3 part times jobs with benefits. I miss making art and never sleeping. And I miss my dad helping me out, and calling me to check up on me. I miss all of those things, and I feel very alone.
In the desert of it all, in the small budget of the winter, I wonder if I will be able to pay back all of my bills, and still get a fucking stupid card for my friends...but I am not sure I will be able to.....
...we shall see...