today zoe and I discovered our secret identities as chai and cookies. we fight crime and eat tasty snacks. all while trying to not do psychology.
ms chalmer likes my art, but I have no idea what to do for my major work. everyone keeps saying belly dance. I keep saying no, its to close to home, its too safe, I want to do something that challenges me to do and challenges people to think when they look at it. I'll feel like a let down if I don't.
I'm making circles with my hips. bassnector playing. a belly dancer {circle} a snake charmer {circle} I want to paint people for art. not paint pictures of them, actually paint on them. I want to talk about the sexism of mythology and paint faeries with hairy armpits and cute faces. I want medusa to reign supreme as the goddess of dark sexuality, a feline face so powerful it scared men into making her a gorgon.
I want to paint my face and stand still until I can move people.
lilly violated the ass of my patched jeans. they now say "belly donsha" I feel so conspicuous as I walk. it makes people stare. sexual empowerment right? well you try it. but I love my jeans. so I keep wearing them. I control your gaze when you believe you control me.
danced fusion to space monkey by placebo. thigh high stripper boots and "you can't fucking touch me" face. hand moving constantly. I love you joya, you open me up as a dancer.




love from chai. xxx