MORE!! they scream
In a world where I’ve tried so hard my whole life to be less, smaller, quieter, skinnier, demure
the exhilaration of dancing for a roomful of full bodied, full hearted, bad ass bitch women who celebrate my wildest expression is
Utterly
Intoxicating
Every single time I’m on the dance floor,I’m deconditioning myself
Claiming the courage to be a bigger more expressed Jen
I venture with hot pink paint further outside of society’s coloring book black lines, my heart flip flopping inside out, expanding in ecstasy and then shuddering in contraction
but it’s spaces like these full of permission and inspiration that light my soul the fuck up
Doing the Dance is one thing.
So Wild in Itself
The feeling of being so exposed while so expressed
I care. I strive. I practice, leaning into the discomfort that is stretching my body heart soul
Devoting myself to grow to be the best dancer and performer I can become, so many years after I thought I missed my dancing“prime”
GOING FULL OUT
expression without apology
ButThe sharing of my Dancing publicly
And on social media particularly
anyone and everyone to see…
It’s just a whole nother level
A mini heart attack. every. time
(le petit mort)
both terrifying and orgasmic
I’m not gonna lie, every time I click share I have two contradictory parts battling within
It’s sooo deep, this Madonna/Whore imprint
Will I be devoured by the tribe for being so unashamed
My ego pleads, you can’t be THAT girl
How can you be a mom and dress like that? How will a respectable man want to be with you when you’re dancing this way? What will your clients, your peers, your kids think?
Will I be hated, judged, ostracized, abused, raped, cast out, killed?
It feels dramatic to even speak these words
But we all know there are so many places in the world where it’s not safe to be a woman
Period
And certainly not safe to be a woman in her sexual articulation and sovereignty
But
I Intrinsically
Inescapably
Undeniably
Am both
Saint and Sex Priestess
and so many other shades of the rainbow that is woman
I can’t hide
Or pretend
these archetypes aren’t alive in my DNA
Destined and begging to be made manifest
through this body, in this lifetime
And really, what is the point
I ask myself daily,
What is the purpose of any of this
If it’s full of regrets, half hearted attempts
How boring
How meaningless
How wasteful of this precious life I get
If I don’t fully live it
Before I learned my sensuality could be dangerous
Before I was taught to have shame for my body and the way she loves to move
I was a little girl who loved to dance
naked in the sunshine
To play dress up with my friends
To flirt with life
To feel pleasure
To know what it is to be ecstatically alive and turned on in every
cell
I read this the other day, and boy did it hit:
“Being a leader
Doesn’t mean
You have
Followers
It means
You go First”
So I take the next step into the magic darkness
One sexy heel striding in front of the next
Who knows where this dance journey will lead me
Its already transported me to joy. To bliss. To connection. To sisterhood. To self love. To silly silly fun. To my essence. To my nectar. To my light. And I’d say that’s not a bad start :)
…See the full dance and spoken word film on our Mermaid Cove Substack: https://open.substack.com/pub/lequeendom