I don't know how many of you are following this show. It's kinda like Project Runway. The initial attraction for me was I'd been there. I'd studied costume design under Patricia Zipprodt - designed and directed any number of shows. Same thing with dance - only that hurts a hell of a lot more these days. I used to be a dancer, you see - musical theatre. I was what they call a triple threat - singer, dancer, actor. Of the three - I'd have sold my soul for the dance. That feeling you get when the music vibrates inside your chest - running along your skin like water....Imagine your blood thrumming with millions of tiny heartbeats - it's talking to god with your body. The only time I felt more alive was during sex. Musical emotion fuels each move - your physical self stretches out into eternity. When it stops, you want to cry.
Bleeding Love (You will note that I've inserted different clips. YouTube took down my originals - so I had to do some editing. These new ones include the intro packages as well as all the judges commentary)
I used to like to twirl. I can't any more. My body barely responds when I ask it to put one foot in front of the other. I can feel the surgical steel holding my leg and arm together. The edges push the skin out. I can actually feel the screw heads with little effort. My arm's purely decorative now. I'm unable to even pick up a gallon of milk. That shatters my heart. Me - a woman who defined her life through movement - a creature of the senses - no longer able. So I watch - I watch them dance - and with some, my soul shifts from me towards them, fluttering softly alongside, touching and being touched. It's an addictive form of fantasy. My mind is able to escape my body for those few minutes onstage. I wonder if Stephen Hawking feels like this when looking up at the stars.
Beautiful
This year's show has its share of wonderful dancers - but two in particular stand out for me. The girl, Chlesie Hightower, is a Dresden doll - tiny perfection - but don't let those looks fool you. Underneath lies tensile steel. That that steel is clothed in heated emotion makes her exciting to watch. As for her partner, Mark Kanemura.....let's just say I am well and truly smitten (that's his picture above). I would give anything to dance with that man for five minutes. He's different, quirky.....perfect. Look how he meets his partners every shift of mood and emotion. He explodes when he moves - and each movement has a reason - there's no 'Hokey-Pokey, put your foot there' in what he does. Frankly - I cannot take my eyes off him - even when standing still. Her either. It's called 'star quality'.
I'm a Woman
For example - there's a dancer this season that everyone's fawning over. Technically perfect - I think he dances without emotion. I literally feel nothing when I watch him move. I am completely disengaged. The man could be peeling potatoes for all I care. Mark, on the other hand, draws me in. When his hands move down his partner's body - I can feel them on mine. Now that's dancing.
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