asthma

it's a long story, but the homeless "mooing man" has defined my art practice.

in other news, i forgot.

strong back

Arch noticed the other night how strong how ON my back is. she'd never felt a back like that. and i know it's strong and i know it's Because I Dance, and it is part of the reason i am so terrified to take a break.

my knees do not look like each other, one lacks bone definition almost entirely (it's under ice packs now because I love myself), and I've hobbled around all day. so why do i insist on thinking i can go to dance rehearsal tomorrow?

because of my stong back. because of my Hot Thighs and Strong Legs. because i have spent my whole life training my body and maybe i don't agree with all of that training but nonetheless i am so afraid that if i go away from this Dance Work for too long i will lose my Self. that i'll get skinny, undefined calves, that i will lose my awesome presence or posture or my legs won't go anywhere when i try and toss them.

but come on Rebecca. I've quit before, and the rhythms stay in me. i will not lose my body overnight and anyway haven't i lost it already? this is not "me," who hobbles around and has to remind herself not to walk like an old woman. it's not "me" who cries as she walks up (or down) stairs, hanging on the banister.

and maybe if i can give the me who's doing all of this a little time to recover, I'll come back as the me i imagine myself as, the one i'm trying desperately to pretend i still am.

or maybe i'll come back better.

so tomorrow i'm off. i'm sleeping in, i'm reading magazines, i'm "working from home" in bed. and i am giving myself time to heal. i am giving myself an entire week, and then maybe more. we'll see how that goes.

i love you, me.

plans! whee!

ok- here's my plan:

Friday- pick you up, check you into your hotel.
Saturday- pick you up at the hotel (tea? depending on the
time), ride the light rail to the Beach!!!

hang out. lunch at the cliff house/beach chalet/chinese
land,
walk back through Golden Gate Park- chekc out Nature's
Pharmacy exhibit at the Conservatory of Flowers.

Dance/Theater show? dessert at the weirdo hippie place? go
home. sleeeeeep

Sunday- Here Lies Jenny matinee? shopping? happy hour/6-ish
open house at Ti Couz with all my friends stopping by (i
hope).

Monday- what are your needs here? need a ride to the
airport? or are you renting a car?

i'm so excited!
love
rebecca

the Ugly Real section- god, guys, it's just Art

oh yesss! now that the grrls have seen each other. scoped each other out, kissed, run, fucked themselves over and come back to something tasty, now that they've even danced happily together and been up & down & around, it's time for the ugly real of everyday.

malinda will run away one more time. while she's gone, isabelle will spiral into her own shit, fall, and wallow in it.

then malinda comes back and helps her out. and they have some fun, until malinda falls into her old shit. and isabelle isn't sure she wants to deal with that. but she does. and so on.

and eventually, they both fall, and climb up together, and can dance harder now that they have the vocabulary of the bullshit. because after all, that shit brings you closer. and that is fucked up and real and whoa. and thank god for my real life muse.

(it's also what's been missing as my dancers have been thowing themselves into the initial stages, but shouldn't, god help us, get into these later stages, at least not for a long time. which is why i'm the choreographer, and why this is not a collaborative structure. and why process rules.)

and thank god[dess] for fucking gay ass al anon. that shit is annoying. that shit is dopey, and that shit really helps.