I'm reminded fairly often, but even more this week how my appearance affects how I will exist as a dancer. I often see pictures of a dancer who started shortly after I began learning. Her teacher wasn't certified with anyone, and had poor technique. They had a small vocabulary, and every set they do is repetitive, and sloppily executed. Over time, her technique has stayed in a way where she tries more to look sexy than show skill, and winds up looking like she's throwing her body around. She however has long blond hair, and big tits, and looks like a stereotypical american cabaret dancer. Meanwhile, I work my ass off to keep up strong technique, understanding of moves, and as broad a spectrum of styles and variations as possible. I know my body will only do what I want it to do, without having the throw other parts of my body to make those moves look bigger. I dance not to look sexy, but as self expression. And because I do that, with small tits, a ...
My life is such an odd and surreal rollercoaster of kink, mischief, body modification and wonderment. Read along, and see the new pages of the journey that is my life, with all the sex, trouble, friends, family, pain, and adventure.