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Scrumptious weekend, part one: The Gargoyling.

Wednesday, December 19th, 2007

I had a thoroughly delicious weekend.

My new paramour{blush}, Delayne, came to town and I turned him into a gargoyle at the Little Red Studio’s Black Show.

Gargoyle

It was such a luscious evening… The show was terrific, with the gorgeous Mz Sophia flying high in her sumptuous bondage aerial act with the incredibly ropetastic Jim Duvall, amazing performances by Nan as the angel of Death and all kindsa yummy booty-shakin’. Not that we witnessed much of the show-we were too busy luxuriating in the gargoyliscious transformation. I’d spent the previous weeks creating a set of black silk tattered wings and horns affixed to a black wig fashioned into dread braids entwined with dead morning glory vines. During the opening tableau of the show, I painted Delayne with clay slip while he perched on a pedestal. As I covered each part of him, he froze into stone, bit by bit. It was exquisite and well, damnably hot-despite the coldness of the slippery, gooey clay. I LOVE how it all worked out… We got tons of compliments, he in his clay and I in my red wig and white gauze wrap bound on with red bondage twine. I think I pulled off looking all solemn and mournful too, stifling my giggles of surreptitious mirth and delight at turning a stone sculptor into a stone sculpture. ;)

See more delectable Delayne here.

Dark Fairies and their foxy boy sacrifice

Thursday, November 15th, 2007

Dark fairies

OHMYGOD! Nick finally got his photos to me!

Hot damn, did they ever come out fantabufrickinfingerlickinliscious!

This is the photoshoot of the Halloween performance Cody, Paul and I did. Two wicked(if somewhat silly) forest fairies discover a cute boy in their woods and capture him for their ritual.

Dark Fairies and their foxy boy sacrifice

We dragged him onstage, muffled in a blanket and tied hand and foot, spread him out, ‘drugged’ him with fairy wine from our carven silver pitcher and decorated him gleefully in fruit…

Then Sophia-a fairy of a much higher caliber of dark knowledge, brings us a pomagranite-eeeeeee!(pomagranites are a well-known fairy intoxicant and aphrodisiac)… We’re scared, and excited and the excitement wins! We tear the luscious sparkling fruit into spattering, mouth-watering pieces and devour it, becoming more and more inebriated, turning to our sacrificial boy, we go wild, smashing fruit all over him, pouring wine on his body, top to toe, licking and grasping… Then grabbing the wine jug(forgetting we’ve drugged it) we pour it into each other’s mouths and giggle-just before passing out on top of him.

The three of us lie there, in a tangled sticky heap, until Paul wakes up and gasps at the sight of fruit and fairies sprawled all over him-waking us up too, we freak out and leap up, fluttering and flittering about the stage, trying to escape…

We rush to the edge of the stage, holding onto each other, looking back at him for a flustered moment-he stares at us, assessing the situation and his realization of what must have occurred spreads a slow grin across his face-we shriek and run, he chases us off stage!

Finit.

It was such a sumptuous fabulous night.

Goddamn, the pics are hot.

Thanks Nick. And thanks, Cody and Paul, you guys are such awesome friends-and so foxy and fun and delovely to dance with.

Orcas Jam

Wednesday, October 24th, 2007

Jamming feet

Jenny’s beautiful pictures.

Orcas Contact Jam

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

Ohmahgod! I fell in love with contact improvisation this weekend.

Orcas Contact Jam

It was a glorious, sumptuous, wriggly, rootin’, rollin’ kind of weekend. Cody and Paul and our new friend Victor sqweeshed all our tents, mats, food and bodies into Agnitara(my subaru) and events fell into place like well-oiled dominoes(presuming that oiling a domino would actually make it flip faster and connect better). Victor, being the first domino in line, bussed to Paul, Paul drove to my house, we piled into Agnitara and hit Mt Vernon for Cody, smoothly accessing coffee, chai and snacks at the excellent co-op as we did so and swoosh-nipped onto the ferry just in time to slide between the cones, past the stern glare and acerbic chiding of the lady at the gate and right onto the ferry!

Wooohoooo Team Taxidermy!(don’t ask-I’m not even sure I remember) :)

We rolled into camp nice and early, happy to have a sunny break in the drizzle to set up our tents and discovered that our ‘camp’ included a sauna and hot pool! Not just your average sauna and hot tub, either… Our host Catiya has created an amazing paradise in the lush Orcas woods. The tub is immense and built of lovely smooth stones. It’s heavenly(once adjusted to proper steamy hotness) basking like a blissful snowmonkey, listening to the double built-in waterfalls and gazing up at the gorgeous tall spruces surrounded by the beautiful, misty, incognito silhouettes of your friends-backlit by a bonfire blaze in the primeval(and believe you me, nothing says primal like the sight of a naked ballsac swinging in front of a fire) cave-like firepit backdrop to the cold plunge pool on the stone terrace. The sauna arches over it all like a holy temple, curved cedar beams welcoming you onto the porch and into the warmth of the cozy antechamber. The sauna chamber is ginormous and multi-layered, with lovely gnarled knotty beams and a cool(er…if an extremely freakin’hot place can be referred to as ‘cool’) loft area up by the vaulted ceiling.

It was a shame we only had a few days and the dance space was a twenty minute drive across the island. It would have been easy to lose oneself in the beauty and luxury of the soaking and the land, forest, garden, fluffball porchcat, plentiful deer…

But as delicious as the possibilities were in our little resort tentiverse, dance was the reason we were here and dance, dance, dance we did!

Michal(our fearless sparkling leader) took way better pictures than I did-capturing the exquisite delight of our Oddfellows dance space and swirling, happy bodies with her magical camera skilz.

Contact dance is bodyworker heaven. It’s like giving yourself a deep, stretching massage utilizing every surface you, your fellow dancers, the floor, walls, deck, leaves.. have to offer. Slowly coming into synchrony with your breath, their movements and breath, the weight of your body on, around and under theirs, then unexpectedly, expanding your equilibrium to include a much larger state of being, merging, emerging and finally evolving into a multi-headed, many-limbed organism exploring and celebrating itself. It’s creative, curious, chaotic mayhem and I loves it!

Orcas Contact Jam

Speaking of love-have you ever seen such sweetness on a swing? :)

My other flickr’d pics.