july 23 2021 - mark it full out
hi slusher,
welcome to the first slushee written on the occasion of a full moon - last Friday's in aquarius. linear time is fake, etc. etc.
earlier that day i was on my usual walk/dance/jaunt and a song came on shuffle that i hadn't heard in months. this tune undoubtedly had the Best Bridge in a Pop Song in 2020 and icymi, this is a big deal, i will die on this hill
https://twitter.com/xbennyboo/status/1323326609655500800?s=20
as i played it again and again last summer/fall, my body found itself tracing the same paths and then all of a sudden i had four 8-counts. they're a ºchoreographerº lololol (but no, rly, no)
(ID: meme in 3 parts. part 1: person biking w/ text "choreographing"; part 2: person putting a bar in between spokes w/ text "mumbling through a series of vague instructions and then just saying "but really, you could do whatever here"; part 3: person lying on grass next to fallen bike w/ text " 'woe is me no one understands my vision' ")
it's a very cute phrase, lots of textures and rhythms and shapes and some room to play and ºmake it ur ownº -- many of the things that feel nice to me while dancing. it's more something i would teach in a class (haha) than put on a ºstageº but u know whatever,
https://twitter.com/loganamelia/status/1373996427932762118?s=20
on the evening of friday's full moon in aquarius, when the song reached the 8-count before the bridge, my body felt the familiarity. i haven't thought about this little phrase in months but as i was walking on the sidewalk, i felt its contours in the threads of my muscles.
doing it full out wasn't quite the mood but reader, rest assured that i did the lightest mark as i kept meandering in my neighborhood and that felt so sweet
https://twitter.com/saintlaurent001/status/1402850649532891140
friday's full moon was supposed to promise clarity etc. and i'm late on this slushee because i've been blah blah and honestly, i received so many literal clear messages into the weekend. the moon is real!!
but instead of all that, i wanted to s/o this little score i made for myself, this little ditty i returned to on purpose for multiple weeks in 2020 until i stopped searching for this song, or the body-feelings brought about by this phrase. but when it came up on shuffle...
couldn't ask for a clearer reminder of all that my body knows that i forgot it knows!!
DM if u wanna know what this song is if u don't already iykyk this ;)
happy leo szn! to doing things full out ;)
🦁 benedict 🦁
(ID: person dancing (w/ text "me"), knees in water (w/ text "a piece of criticism that i received years ago that i still think about every day"), arms outstretched, flinging hair (w/ text "being able to feel free in an improv")
also, been writing so much! will spell it out later but for now, highlighting this two-part series: Forecasting the next stage of #freelanceflailing amid so many failed labor relations
love to get paid to claim my IP, love to make gatekeepers sweat a bit ;)
and these titles that i wrote and my editor (s/o to Anh Vo!) kept? some of my best work!
Part 1 - Interpersonal harm is a predictable horror of the art world
Part 2 - If me valuing myself sounds like a threat, your power trip has already gone too far