Naked

I need you to be naked.
I need you to be more naked than you have ever been.
I need you to be naked in nature.
And I need you to be naked in public.
I need you to be naked in the club.
And I need you to be naked in the library.
Resist the need to be nude, strive for the naked.
Only in the naked, away from the allure of seduction, towards vulnerability and openness, will you find the precious glitter you have starved yourself of...
I need you to be naked.
So that you no longer need to be hungry.

--A message from the Glitter Shaman

revolution and mitote

I wonder, think, if mitote is a dance process of decolonization, isn't that then just an idea of revolution of the self. Is decolonization just revolution? Or is it something else, more varied, different? Is revolution stronger? is Mitote more specific? How do I negotiate these terms so that they can begin to enact labor for futurity that is much more beautiful than our current lackluster affairs....

find it

When the world seems cold
And wind stands still
You must see beyond the light
Into the grey
Devour the darkness
Beneath the pieces of glass
And ashes of burnt greens
You will find it
And it will sparkle

--A Message from the Glitter Shaman

trust

"The more insane you become, the more I can trust you." -- A message from the Glitter Shaman

cute couple

"This idea of a "cute couple" ... or "loving boyfriends" has become bitter... the fantasy I once had has deteriorated... scraps of paper burning and molding simultaneously of a poem I once wrote for you of a love we never had..... Anger and disgust at the fake and happenstance love of those hugging-posing to the picture taker, hoping they look cute..... Honest love is not on instagram or facebook, it is in that memory where we sat in silence, alive, healthy..... it was not poison that i yearned for, but a simple photograph of a distraction I fucked and tasted--two dementional shadow of my four demential cock and head... mind washed in the sea of emotion... a desert is just as pure and benevolent... in the burning of the papers, I see the flames of passion, and the purified smoke, lead my eyes to the stars, and the fading moon... so this is life my dear sweet one... {Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance. I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where. And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time}." --A Comment from Prince Devin Lauren Van Cartier

Protect the Mills College Dance Major

This attack on Mills Dance really make me feel personally attacked, and it makes me feel really bad. It feels like all my amazing experiences, memories, knowledges, and relationships I made there are invalid. I feel like it says I am invalid. To me, dance is a necessary practice. To me, dance heals the world. It is in school, through dance, students learn about their bodies, their mortal and personal vessel, and gain agency over its existence and expression. No other discipline teaches about the body and its personal and secular historiography like dance does. No other discipline expect you to discuss issues, research them, write about them, feel them though enactment, and then perform them, at the deep and intimate level where dance exists.

I use my body as extra storage when my mind is full. I use my body as a landscape to visit, when the outside world is too dangerous. I use my body and its dancing for work, to pay my bills, and be in a good way in society. I use my dance for protest, love, medicine, artistry, and prayer. I am a dancer who can explore all aspects of society, because I know the body, and it is something I share with everyone.

Please support the Mills Dance Major, Please support Dance! Mills Dance is too precious a gem to dissolve.

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my resistance to my dancerhood

I think I am still fighting being a dancer. 
The chemist in me want to banish it from my life. 
I think I am still fighting being a dancer. 
It's a part of me I am constantly scared to accept. 
Only in the sanctuary of the studio do I feel safe. 
Only in the magnificence of the stage do I feel alive.
I think I am still scared to be a dancer.
I must get rid of fear.