I’m not having sex at the moment. I haven’t been for a while actually… It’s bizarre that this is a difficult thing to say. Yet here I am writing about my sex life and many might assume that by not having sex, I would then not have a sex life. Interestingly enough, my sex life has been amazingly active. As a woman and an individual … Continue reading Not having sex
I sat with a client a while ago and heard myself describing being black: confident, loved, secure and constantly celebrating that combination, as a form of ecstasy, a post-blackness without having to have ever moved out of, through or even into what being black might, could, and does mean. I am aware that post-blackness might imply that moving out of ‘blackness’ is something that could … Continue reading Post-Blackness
I’m sitting on a sheet, folded in half – it is pretending to be a yoga mat. I’ve been stretching the days’ aches and bruises away. He walks in through my open door, it’s hot outside and I’m hot here on my faux yoga mat, so I opened the door. He is not a stranger, but we have only just met. We have shared wine, … Continue reading Did That Just Happen?
It is not often that I allow myself to be surrounded by strangers that I have not invited to be strangers in my life. As a performer, I often invite strangers into my surroundings but in a very controlled way that still leaves me in control of myself and the general group. Over the past 10-days I have been living, working and playing with complete … Continue reading Strangers
I used to submerge myself in water. I would wade into the ocean, my 5/ 10/ 16-year-old-self, following my mother as deep as my height would allow me. By 18, I was floating, toes no longer touching sand, body weightless, heart racing a little from the energy required to jump into each swell of each wave but also from the mild panic felt when I … Continue reading Fully Submerged and Coping.
As merging individuals of the modern world, we strive for these very new age, seemingly unquantifiable states of being, namely: happiness and individuality. At the core of most, if not all, of our life choices – even movements/gestures and posture – is this want to feel or produce, happiness and a feeling of defined individuality. As I write this, I know that I am not … Continue reading My Freedom is Undefined
I can not spend enough time talking about vagina. In my perfect world, there would be a whole university dedicated to the education of enjoying, loving, respecting and understanding your or someone else’s vagina. In this university one whole year would be spent on deconstructing the damaging, universal belief that the vagina is a ‘difficult’ part of the human body. This year would also look … Continue reading The VAG.