A short, original piece I wrote and performed at my first reading last month—the VIDA VOCE series at MINT Gallery. It’s a bit tongue in CHEEK.
The dimples on your butt gave me the freedom to exalt the dimples in mine. Derriere smooth and rounded just right— two plump apples to provide seat cushioning, love leveraging, and picturesque views.
“I can see it from the front,” he giggled, and then he turned me around for a better look. Prior to college, I hadn’t been ogled so intensely. The people pleaser in me thought, “you should be flattered,” but the truth was, I felt like a pig at the meat market with an apple precariously perched inside my jaw; making me look imbecilic…and perhaps greedy.
A feature so brash yet so exquisite. How could two protruding bumps be the culprits of such fits and tantrums amongst us? There are other fun bumps; namely the breasts. But they are another topic entirely. The donk can PROPEL. It is a muscle; mighty to assist athletes in their time of need, to charge a hill, to sprint and pedal home. If you have never ached for a butt massage, have you ever truly worked out?
It is a tenuous line— the concept of big vs. good. The insinuations I would draw from the peanut gallery— as they commented on how vast, how gigantic, ginormous my backside seemed to them. It infuriated me, because cultured a middle class white suburbanite, “big” was the most derogatory word I could fathom. It is why I fasted on month long smoothie diets, ran twice a day, and did core workouts religiously.
But a donk is a donk is a donk is a donk.
It was stage left at Psych Fest this spring when I surveyed the crowd and realized I was butt-watching; a new thing for me. I, the ogled, was ogling. I turned to my friend and whispered, “I have never been what you would call… a butt person, but I think I’m becoming one.” As we grow older, our tastes refine. We go from downing McCormick’s straight from the bottle to infusing our cocktails with lavender and honeysuckles. Likewise, I’ve gone from the mysterious unknown world of non-butts, to full fledged bootay acknowledgment.
Located between the lower back and the perineum, the glutes allow primates to sit upright without having to rest their weight on their feet. The caboose is the physical party starter. How could we “back that thang up” without a posterior with which to back up?
Old me sighed in the Wet Seal changing room, head uncomfortably turnt as far over my shoulder as possible, trying to glimpse my rear in full. I learnt to hide it, but honey, don’t fight it.
We all have butts, we’ve all got rears. Whether yours is big or small, wide or obtuse, we’ve all got to learn to love our caboose! So let it out, let it play. Your butt deserves to seize the day!
Don’t make stuff because you want to make money — it will never make you enough money. And don’t make stuff because you want to get famous — because you will never feel famous enough. Make gifts for people — and work hard on making those gifts in the hope that those people will notice and like the gifts.
It’s July, believe it or not. And pardon my new age mouth, but this new moon feels glorious. Despite my knack for always, always finding a silver lining in every situation, the past year was a complete nightmare for me, and I’m so happy to lay my Austin demons to rest. I grew and learned a lot, and most importantly, realized that I don’t have to call just one city home. There is life outside the box. I’m geographically polyamorous.
Also very exciting—I published the introduction to my heritage project, a vignette about my maternal grandma, in Heroine Zine's latest issue.
And I completed my own zine, ni9e lives, thanks to the help of good friends who modeled, photographed, designed, and gave great advice. It was a bit nerve-wracking in the midnight hour, because of many technical snafus and not having the first clue what I was doing, but East Atlanta Copy Center did such a great job printing them, and I sold several copies at Atlanta Zine Fest in June.
Also of note, I recently made my first splash into the world of live lit. I read two original pieces at MINT Gallery for June’s VIDA VOCE series, and had the time of my life doing it. I rediscovered how much I enjoy performing, being on stage, and interacting with an audience. There is so much more I want to explore and experiment with.
-putting out my first chapbook
-hosting a multimedia folk art event with folk ballads, stories, puppets!?, and acted out stories
-completing a photo + text project for my friend’s breakfast journal
-learning how to write a song
I’ve been picking up new clients that I’m excited about + have some part-time work on the horizon, and feel like I’m part of a healthy creative community again; so light has returned to my eyes, color to my cheeks, and pep to my step. People keep saying that pretty soon I’ll be on my way, and I’m starting to believe them.