I started with my dance classmates. Some of them were young, still living with parents – or at least highly dependent on Mom and Dad – so the chances that they’d be interested in performing for peanuts was very high. I also enlisted the help of a couple of friends who had some dancing chops. … Continue reading AND?
Several days later, I was still alive and my hand hadn’t turned black, rotted and fallen off – so I felt a bit better. In betwixt all of my shenanigans, mostly just being a pissy stripper, I was still dancing with a small local company. It just always made me feel good to come full … Continue reading Break Up to Make Up