blowing minds.. dancing my rhythms till they match the rhythms of the room, the space, the cosmos; touching/cuddling, finger seeing, flirting, being, music-ing, art-ing, making/designing clothes, laughing..often, breaking: walls, barriers, perceptions, stereotypes, myself against myself; tapping..into you, myself, primal, the crowd, the collective conscious, the etheric soup bowl we call essence..
people who are scared, shy, funky, fly, bad-ass, or unprofessed, confident or self effacing; BEINGS who are willing to live like life is GOOD; you... maybe
anything that moves me.. from the wind through stuff that moves, to irish jigs, egyptian music, and hardcore breaks/jungle badassery to bop ya face through stone to..
anything by William Gibson; Jitterbug Perfume; the Princess Bride; all of JV Jones, Robin Hobb; much of George RR Martin, Last of the Amazons, David Pressfield; Bad Voltage, more! more! so much more!
the crazy fuckers who pull arrows out of their bodies to defend dying horses; the firefighters who brave the flame buckets to save cats, two legged and four; every woman who manages to step foot out of her dwelling every day and walk around with her head held high in this fucked up men's worldview ruled planet; the people who sat in bars and took ciggarette butts to the arms for an IDEA they had never even truly been allowed to taste, but endured it all anyway, the walking portals, shaman, witches, pixies, faeries, warlocks, fire dancers, burners, flag waving freeks, angels, healers, symbiotic bacteria, people who are willing to step through their fear, and learn or share something new for them.. so many more