sex (not) in the city

so recently, my life has kind of been dedicated to an establishment known as the house of yes, or HoY. i have been silking, stilting, costuming, pasty-ing, designing, playing, and laughing for the last month.

it's nice to be somewhere that pulls you in, and doesn't ask questions about your reasoning encompassing your desires. HoY is a modern-day haven in such a politically correct world, simply asking the artists that dwell, work, and live there to be honest and uncensored when creating and performing. and i feel lately, that this is the first time i have felt comfortable enough to do so.

it feels fucking good.

characteristically, when i choreograph i use humanity as a base. much of my movement is pedestrian and tends to relate to human interaction and reaction. but i have always been told when people watch me dance that i (ahem) "exude a certain sexuality", which used to make me outwardly uncomfortable when said in front of other people(albeit secretly pleased). and now that i have been choreographing more sexy dance, i can see that my work in contemporary ballet is also taking on strong sexual notes as well. this is a good thing. it's cultivating choreography inside me, new movement i feel i have always had but has been collecting dust deep in the trenches of my mind. it's taking an innate base of my personality and allowing it to... erect, perhaps?

;) freud would be so impressed with my cognizance.

so 2011 is starting out better than 2010, for sure. i have a good feeling about this one. i'm all about recovering the relics, and putting them to good design. vintage is sexy, and i'm putting my vintage out there for the world to see.

sounds hot, doesn't it?

k.