Each time I decide to wear my high heels I will document and share my experiences with you; from the different genres of dance classes I take, to the physical and emotional responses I feel, and the reactions I get from others. I intend to use these experiences and my own self-discoveries to inform the choreographic and creative process with my various dance partners on this subject. This is primarily a movement study based around the use of high heels in dance. Because dance is an artistic and thus emotional expression, I feel that it is important to understand the social connection to the subject as well, since that in turn has a significant effect on the emotional development. For this reason, I will also be wearing my high heels outside the dance classroom in the social settings of everyday life.
|Posted on November 23, 2020 at 5:40 PM||comments (0)|
When you are forced to take a break no matter how uncomfortable or even painful it can sometimes be (the pause, the silence, the isolation) it always allows for deep reflection to spring forth. During my recent hiatus I came to an important realization.
My whole life, since infancy, my gender identity was questioned. People would constantly ask my parents, sisters and myself, “Is that/Are you a boy or girl...” I knew from a very young age from the feedback of the outer world that something about me was different. I did not fit in. Inside I felt the same. My desires and attractions oddly did not align with the heteronormative values I was being taught from home nor from my social and cultural upbringing.
I was constantly teased as a kid that I “walk like a girl” and have a “fat ass,” which was often linked to as a “girl’s booty” - another statement I received repeatedly - and you “sound like a girl,” due to my unusually high pitch voice that remained with me pass puberty. My effeminate qualities and mannerisms seemed to outweigh the masculine. Most all of my friends were girls and I grew up with two older sisters so I hung around all of their girlfriends, which further encouraged my effeminate expression. I always felt threatened and unsafe around hyper-masculine men since I faced so much harassment and bullying from men. And don’t get me wrong, girls did it too - just not nearly as much as men. It was bizarre to me at the moment why I could not get myself to be programmed in the way I was being taught to act as a “man”.
Growing up, I was raised in a matriarch despite the fact that it was supposed to be a patriarch. My mom was the leader of our household. She always had the final say and my dad, although he tried to take over sometimes, could never dominate my mother. He would eventually give in… and literally say, “I give in!” My mom would brag, “I am ‘Femme Bété’” translated from French as ‘Bété Woman’ - her tribal affiliation. My mom is from Côte d’Ivoire (Ivory Coast) and would proudly tell us the story of how the women of her tribe freed their husband from captivity during times of colonization from the French. “The Bètè women’s strength and resilience is known throughout our country,” she’d tell us, and I believed it. I watched my mom tackle a middle aged women to the floor who try to physically attack her. My mom pinned her to the floor with full dominance. Bètè women indeed were not ones to be messed with.
Marie Korè: Historical Figure - First Woman's Anti-Colinialism Resistance in Côte d'Ivoire
My mom was not unique, however. When her parents came to live with us for about three years, the fierceness my grandmother (grandma Nahounou) displayed was even stronger than my mother. Calm, stoic, and poised, my grandmother had a confidence about her that radiated pride. All my mother’s siblings would adopt the same behavior. Not to mention that the women on my dad’s side were equally of strength. My paternal grandmother (grandma Fran) was what they referred to back then as a “tom boy” playing sports with the men in her neighborhood on the weekend at a time (early 1900’s) where that was very taboo for women. I’m I grew up revering the strength of women from women in my family.
I felt the connection of female power was intrinsic to my own nature and with effortless ease I mimicked the qualities of my mother. I found myself with a strong desire to emulate the female form. My mother owned an African clothing boutique where I spent many afternoons helping her, always wanting to wear the dresses with my mom’s confidence. My mother was a beautician and sold cosmetics via Mary Kay. She’d bring me to the meets ups with the other ladies at their houses and conventions where I enjoyed helping her set up her make-up display table dreaming of having my mom’s perfect skin and painting her beauty on my face. My mom was my first dance teacher. She taught my sisters and I traditional West African dances in the living room. I learned from a female body the power and sensuality within feminine expression - something I loved performing so much.
Binded to my core the impulse of feminine expression, I was frequently treading a very thin line between het cis gender expression and queer expression. There was frequent difficulty in navigating the toxic masculine spaces outside my mother’s presence. I hide a part of who I was inside desperately to not face greater ridicule from that which inevitably had already seeped through. It wasn’t until I turned 17 (senior in high school) that my gender as a cis man would last be questioned.
It was the week of homecoming and there was a theme for each day of the week. One of the themes was “Go Hard Day” where basically everyone would display gender role reversal through “cross dressing” as they called it. This was my one and only chance where I could get away with dressing up as a woman in public with it still being socially acceptable. Finally! I decided to wear my sisters’ clothes, mom’s wig, make-up (which I did in the school bathroom right after getting off the school bus) and high heels, all of which I totally stole and snuck out without my family recognizing — I was concealed in a green trench coat and changed my shoes and wig that I had stuffed in my backpack at the bus stop. The moment I revealed myself on the school bus, no one recognized me. In fact, I had to tell my friend who I sat next to on the bus that it was me. She was appalled and didn’t speak to me the rest of the day.
In fact, that was pretty much the reaction I received from all my peers that day. Disgusted facial expressions, chuckles, sneers, jeers and derogatory gestures bombarded me...even from the faculty!! A staff member passed by and said “that ain’t even right; you can’t even tell...disgusting” and when I went to raise my hand in my chemistry class the teacher said’ “is that Cedric’s (my middle name) cousin? Let me know when he’s back...” and the whole class laughed at me and he refused to call on me when I raised my hand the rest of class. It was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. And here I thought somehow wasn’t that the whole point...to make yourself look like the opposite gender you were born with? I thought I was going to be praised for my committed effort - I looked damn good - but apparently you were not supposed to try “too hard.” Instead I was criticized for looking too much like a girl. Now I look back and I see it basically gave permission for everyone in school to poke fun at trans, queer and gender non conforming cultures and people. It was appalling.
A friend of mine (the one I sat next to on the bus) completely offended, immediately reported what I had done to her parents who then reported to the elders, who are church leaders of the Jehovah’s Witness religion of which I was raised in. They reported what I had done and I was immediately disciplined and chastised by my family. I was reproved by the elders in the congregation for my gross sinful misconduct as well. I was on watch for a month by my parents and religious leaders. They beat the scriptures into me so that I would recognize the level of immorality I had committed and fully repent from my sin. They showed me scriptures in the Bible where it spoke against “cross dressing” and how God would not approve of a man dressing like a woman. My father even pushed me down to the floor returning home from one of the discipline meetings I had to go to, literally to “beat the effeminate” out of me screaming and yelling at me “Why can’t you just walk like a man!”
I was so traumatized. I never wanted to dress like a woman again.
Five years later from that incident I came out to my family that I was gay. I was immediately disowned. I was estranged from them for years. We now have somewhat of a relationship again and although they still hope one day that I will “convert” to heteronormativity, I accept them for who they are and love them still.
Coming to the level of acceptance I now have for myself today in owning my truth and not allowing myself to be victimized by oppressive religious dogma nor hostile treatment from family and community, I am proud of myself for coming this far. And although I have come to the full understanding and openness with my sexual orientation, I still have further to go...
I realized this trauma of gender identity has still not been settled within me.
It has reoccurred in my career. “You need to dance like a man,” - accompanied along with chest puffed and pelvis tucked under - was a common statement (and posture) made to me throughout my career ever since I began my formal dance training at age 15 till today; practically a motif of heteronormative commentary on male gender performance. Directors, teachers, choreographers would all chime into the same notion beating her away from within me.
But what does it mean to “dance like a man?” I would constantly question myself. Never quite made sense to me but I just conformed. All I wanted to do was just dance.
Last year, in taking a stand for gender equality, I finally took a stand for my own fluid gender identity with my dance partner, Kristine Bendul, in becoming the Nation’s First couple ever in history to compete in the Professional division of DanceSport Ballroom Competition as Gender-Neutral. It was the first time in my entire professional dance career (15 years) that I finally was able to perform the fullness of my gender expression in both male and female, feminine and masculine combined as one. It felt like a second “coming out” in a sense where I publicly said, “this is me!” Together they were sensational. Even though my partner and I didn’t win, I felt like a champion inside.
Yuletide Ball Championships 2019 - Me (left) and Kristine (right)
Unpacking the trauma of effeminophobia I faced and realizing the gender identity that has been within me since early childhood, coming to this recent moment of personal triumph in my career and life I am finally ready to own up to the gender identity I always was but was so afraid to accept. Today, I celebrate in sharing with the world that I identify as:
And my gender pronouns from this day forth shall be:
The Future Is Fluid
Queer Is Here
Love Is Love
A friend of mine said to me something that I wholly resonate with and that is my hope for society: “Ideally, we shall transcend the need to place ourselves into a label.”
My friend, Reny (left) and Me (right)
|Posted on October 22, 2019 at 8:20 PM||comments (64)|
When I first started this project it was out of sheer curiosity. That simple question from my female student that initiated everything, “Well you should try dancing in heels…” stirred so many thoughts in my brain towards the history of high heels and the wonderment of being in them. Out of this curious state begun my journey wearing high heels and absorbing the feelings and sensations physically and emotionally around them.
That journey soon shifted from curiosity to expression. The more I had experienced the more I wanted to express myself with this new found excitement and desire. It connected me deeper to my greatest passion, dance. Finding more and more outlets where I could express myself in high heels, my campaign shifted to how dancing in heels broadened my spectrum of colors with new kinds of hues I had never accessed before. This birthed my first choreographic piece in high heels and several more to come expressing all the experience I had gained on this journey.
Video of the first piece I choreogrpahed in high heels
Even more, it had brought me back to the social dance floor, a place I had disconnected and taken a major hiatus from. It brought me to Hustle, the dance and the community that rebirthed the unicorn within me that I had suppressed for many years. Twirling, kicking, dipping, donning metalic untiards and ruffle fringe pants, everything became about me expressing myself in high heels doing Hustle partner dancing. It was my new life’s campaign of being fabulous in high heels on the dance floor.
International Hustle and Salsa Congress 2017 - New York Hustle Congress 2017 - Disco America 2016
Soon after as I became more comfortable dancing in heels and therefore more free in my expression, I was receiving more and more attention. I started getting questions like, “How do you do that?” Or “I love that move you do. Can you show me!” This inevitably led me to begin teaching my expression of the dance although, this was not something I was keen on doing fyi. In fact, I resisted at first. Remember, my campaign was about expression; I wanted to just do me, have fun and have no responsibility towards others. However, I as I begun to take a deeper look outside of myself and really see my place in the room, I noticed that my label from society as a male and a queer person of color dancing in high heels openly expressing myself while swapping roles of lead and follow in a tradition that is gendered as male-leads female-follows, was unconventional. I started to see, “Oh, me being me is making a greater statement.” I eventually surrendered and wanted to honor the request from both professionals and non-professionals/amateurs to share my experience, knowledge, and style through teaching. I begun to accept the fact that service is always necessary to give back to the community as an act of respect to return what it has given you, especially one that reignited freedom within me in the first place. Shifting away from my selfish attitude, I started teaching locally, nationally and internationally to contribute my authentic expression to the classroom as an educator. And I love it!
Teaching master class in Vancouver
|Posted on September 25, 2019 at 12:00 AM||comments (1)|
This week will be the inaugural congress of the LA Hustle Movement founded and led by Shay Dixon. There will be performances, competitions, master classes and social dance parties throughout the weekend from Sept. 27th-29th. People from all over the country are gathering to celebrate Hustle partner dancing. There will also be salsa and west coast swing dance genres integrated into the weekend program.
I am in SoCal at the moment prepping all of my students and amateurs competing with me in the Pro-Am (Professional-Ametuer) division of the competitive event. All of my students competing here are female and thus most all wear high heels when they dance. I’ve been social dancing with my heels with my students ever since I started this project and blog. Although I have taken my high-heeled journey to the professional stage and competition floor since, I have yet to do it with my students. I have decided this event will be the first event I will compete in my high heels with my students in a Pro-Am event.
As I began with each of my students, we worked first in flat shoes together to warm-up and then together in high heels. We experience the same journey together and have an equal exchange in our approach to the teaching/learning process. I have to say it is very challenging to teach all day in heels. Performing and dancing is one thing — you get on the floor and do your number for about 3-6mins and get off and rest — but teaching you are standing for hours! It’s much more taxing on the body. I honestly had to take a break and switch from high heels to flats to give my feet (and rest of my body) a break to make it through the day. It definitely struck a great feeling of empathy for women, both teachers and students, who teach and learn partner dancing in heels for hours in a day. No one should force or required anyone to do such a thing! It should be only by choice. Should you choose to wear high heels to teach, ice those feet when you get home! I did…
My students recognized that when both of us are in high heels they can’t rely on me as a support as much because my platform of stability is thin and tenuous just as theirs. This means they have to find a new strength within their own bodies to support themselves more when dancing with me as their partner. It is teaching them a greater sense of self reliance in their dancing rather the the reliance of the other to support them. Through this enhanced self-connection, the connection with their partner is lighter and softer and both of us can enjoy the experience and sensations that high heels encourage without throwing off the other person’s sense of balance. Is this not how partner dancing should be in the first place? I personally am finding that as a teacher, placing myself in the same shoes as my students (literally and metaphorically) helps our connection as teacher and student deepen. If their in flats I’m in flats; if their in heels, I’m in heels. We are both equal.
Here is a testimony from one on my students, Robin Mock, who will be competing with me in the Pro-Am division this weekend about her experience with me practicing with her in high heels:
Make sure to purchase tickets to the LA Hustle Congress this weekend September 27th-29th!! All the info. you need you can find here: http://lahustlecongress.com/
|Posted on June 30, 2019 at 7:10 PM||comments (2)|
Reflecting on this day, 50th anniversary of the Stonewall uprising that paved the way for the gay rights movements, I can't help but to think back on how it all began. Recently watching the documentary, "The Life and Death of Marsha P. Johnson" and "Stonewall Uprising: PBS American Experience" brought tears to my eyes as I cringed to the societal oppression that systematically discriminated and tortured the LGBTQ community. The amount of propoganda spread about homosexuality as a "mental illness" and the amount of efforts place to "treat and cure the disease" is disgusting. It's no wonder fear pervaded the minds of people in relationship to the topic of homosexuality, queerness, lesbianism, transgender, etc. for both those who identified as such not knowing how to be open about it nor accepting of it for themselves; in turn, those who did not identify as such and not knowing how to begin understanding. A culture of oppression was created around persecuting the LGBTQ community before 1969 and finally that same year that culture began to change. I think of all the people who died just to be able to walk the streets openly whether, gay, lesbian, bi, trans, queer or whatever you identified as. It is so important for us, especially the new generation, not to forget our history and those who fought for the rights we have today that we exercise freely, at least in this part of the world. As I celebrate pride today I don't just celebrate by partying alone... I party, dance, sing, shout in veneration of those leaders of the uprising movement for gay rights that allows me to be able to legally party at a gay club or any club as myself openly or just be myself anywhere. Tonight as I strut my stuff down the public streets of NYC I tread the pavement with the strength, vitality, and life force of all LGBTQ ancestors behind me spreading nothing but divine love for all people.
It is so important for there to be spaces where you can express yourself freely and with acceptance. I'd like to add I am beyond grateful who I am is celebrated each day and my personality is welcomed with open arms at The Shed where I am currently performing for a 6-week run in the new musical "Dragon Spring Phoenix Rise". To the Dragon Spring Phoenix Rise team and cast, thank you for making me feel proud to get on stage everyday to share the immense love I have for myself and for all people. Today’s performance is dedicated to all those who get up each day with joy, confidence and courage to be, share, and express exactly who they are with the world.
Brian Rubiano and I at the Opening Night reception at The Shed NYC both in our high heels!!!
Me on stage rehearsing with my high heels in "Dragon Spring Phoenix Rise"
With other cast members Coral, Jacob, Marla and Xavier. I feel the love!
HAPPY PRIDE!!! with Elijah, Brett and Jacob
|Posted on June 24, 2019 at 4:20 PM||comments (0)|
I took a hiatus from blogging but have not taken a break from my high heels. To the contrary, I’ve been actively performing and choreographing in high heels ever since. From the social dance floors of hustle parties and competitions nationally and internationally to the concert stage performances such as Jacob’s Pillow, Cape Dance Festival and The Martha Graham Theater, my heels have been gracing the floor of every venue it has entered. In fact, with the awareness I’ve been bringing to men dancing in high heels in partner social dance it has spurred much interest for me to teach both women and men how to dance in high heels and partner in high heels. I’m ecstatic for the wealth of encouragement and support from the dance community especially the hustle dance community about my mission of creating relationships and spaces in partner dancing that is fluid, inclusive and creative.
Most recently I just made history with my new dance partner, Kristine Bendul, as the first ever male/female dance couple to compete in a professional partner dance division both in high heels while swapping lead and follow...we won 1st place!!!!!!!! This was at the annual Disco America right outside of Philadelphia, PA this month.
We got the incredible Anna-Alisa Belous to design and construct costumes for our new piece that expressed the retro disco aesthetic of bold, metallic colorful body suits with our own twist. Here is her sketch.
We were able to raise funds for our campaign through Go Fund Me to make our vision and goal come to life. Major major major thank you to all of you who donated to get us this far! I am beyond grateful. Our campaign is still up and we still need your contribution to reach our full goal. Check it out here:
With all the hype of Kristine and I’s historical win, I felt urged to write again and reach out to a broader community my experience, challenge and future goals of this project of pushing forward my new approach to partner dancing that is gender fluid and equal. For me it is more than just dance; it is life. Our experience in life as fully mature human beings requires us to lead and follow. Dance is a reflection of our human experience and therefore should reflect this reality, in my opinion. Therefore, partner dance too should ebb and flow through both roles of lead and follow between men and women; not being stuck in just one role, one side, one perspective. Staring July 31st I will be teaching a regular Hustle dance class (open to all levels) at Gibney Dance Center every Wednesday from 8pm-9:30pm. I look forward to sharing this philosophy with all of you interested and open to explore. See you there!
|Posted on March 31, 2016 at 12:15 AM||comments (2)|
"Elevated" is a short dance film conceived and choreographed by Kelsey Burns and I that gives a new perspective to latin/rhythm ballroom dance. Both the male and female dance in high heels and both have legs exposed and legs covered together at the same time, yet all while keeping the traditional gender roles as male-leader and female-follower. It's a concept that celebrates the latin/rhythm ballroom expression while challenging its current state and traditional aesthetic; a suggestion to diversify our relationship, expression and connection through dance as persons rather than just male/female.
Directed by: Knox White
Filmed and Edited by: Jeff Clanet
Music by: Prince- "Black Sweat" Maxwell- "Gravity" Mix by: Edward EGO Martin
Costumes by: Kelsey Burns & Abdiel Jacobsen
Location: Shen Tao Studio New York, NY
|Posted on March 19, 2016 at 3:20 AM||comments (0)|
My dance partner, Kelsey Burns, and I began rehearsing together both in ladies latin ballroom high heels (3.5 inches to be exact) for the first time in June of 2015. My journey with her has created new discoveries in my body and helped me gain a whole new perspective on how we relate to each other. So many feelings to share with you.
The latin and rhythmic ballroom technique is tough physically no doubt. It takes a lot of strength and a tremendous amount of endurance and stamina. You have to be able to move at hyper speed with the sharp, quick and syncopated movements of the uptempo dances (chacha, samba, swing, paso double, jive, mambo) and yet have the same ability, in slow motion, to suspend and sustain long extended movements of the slow tempo dances (rumba, bolero). Ballroom dancers because of this tend to develop lean, tone muscles with flexibility similar to those of runners, swimmers and ice skaters. I mean we are athletes after all. There is a reason why they title the ballroom competition dance world “Dancesport”.
The man and the female train the same but just as different roles. The leader, the man, is set as the frame for the woman to be displayed on exhibition; sort of a blank canvas for the women to be painted on, as the female follows his lead. Both male and female equally work hard to play their role and must be sensitive to each others' connection as not to overpower the other. Both are on an even playing field. This was my perspective of the ballroom practice as a male dancer wearing a closed toed shoe flat footed with a wide heel no more than an inch and half. Now that I have been wearing the same shoe as my female partner, that viewpoint has completely changed.
Taking the modern day role (and traditional) of the female in latin ballroom dance, wearing high heels as a part of my practice, has now made the technique more than tough; grueling. It’s a bittersweet, love-hate process. A constant struggle between confidence and insecurity when executing the movement. At times, rehearsing our choreography in high heels makes me feel stronger because my quadriceps, calves, inner thighs and ankles work significantly harder, for the most part just to maintain stability. Besides, there are many technical elements (i.e. turn-out, foot placement, extension, etc.) that increases in difficulty due to the elevated, narrow platform. It gives me a sense of hard work well accomplished because it’s so challenging and I like developing new physical strengths, yet, it is in this same case that I feel weakened. There is no time where you can actually relax the weight fully into the floor when in latin high heels.
This has made me (or anyone) susceptible to many injuries: lower back pain, muscle spasms, spinal issues, tendonitis (knee, hip in particular), foot and ankle injuries. If I don’t pay full attention to how I support my body, for instance, holding the core so as not to over arch the lower spine or maintaining proper engagement in the quadricep and inner thigh so as not to hyperextend the knee joint and hamstrings, I would run into trouble. My body has literally been made more vulnerable; a vulnerability I had rarely felt before wearing non-high heels and ironically I feel more tenacious than ever... hence the love-hate relationship.
This duality of fear and confidence has also brought up some interesting emotional discoveries. As a man in a male dominated society, I have been always raised to conduct myself as direct and solid as possible. Dancing in high heels has allowed me not to be constrained to only those qualities as I am now encouraged in high heels to rise and float above the ground and find a circular and swiveling manner when even just walking for ease. It is important to know too that in no way have I compromised my “masculinity” for I am even more so solid because I have more pressure in the foot and I’m keenly aware of my direction more than ever so that I don’t fall or trip, or do something embarrassing.
There, too, is a new access to my sexuality that I’m not sure is either feminine or masculine (or perhaps neither) but in any case is definitely different that being flat footed. It could be because of the fact that my pelvis and spine are constantly shifting and feel more mobile. It's enhanced all my senses. I question why society doesn't allow men to explore this fluid, serpentine manner of physicality unless classified as homosexual. I feel that people focus too much on sexual orientation when really it should be about exploring the sensual capacity that is in us despite your sexual orientaion.
Perhaps though the most important discovery dancing in high heels with my dance partner has been my increase in sensibility. I understand what she feels because I too am literally experiencing her same physical journey. We are on the same path communicating through the same device. Because my line of balance no longer is as wide, I can no longer be a full supportive object since I am more easily thrown off balance. She now needs to be a lot more self-supportive and hold her own weight which requires more strength on her end. In fact, because I am more vulnerable, there are times when I'm leading in high heels where she is actually supporting me as she follows my lead and allows me to rely on her to help. This I feel is the essence of dancing with a partner. It feels more real to me this way. We both share equal responsibility from each other where both experience supporting and being supported rather than either of us being one or the other. It is a new relationship indeed symbiotic.
First rehearsal with my dance partner, Kelsey, practing flat foot and I wearing the heels to understand each other's perspective. My feet were much more damaged as you can see...
Kelsey and I were asked by choreographer, Cecilia Marta, to be in a short dance film presentation she was creating in collaboration with Spinkick Productions, directed by Brian Thomas. She wanted the men and women both in heels and asked us to put together a duet of us dancing in high heels that she would feature. It was the first time we performed and were filmed dancing together with this new symbiosis. We choreographed our duet so that we kept the movement of Rhythmic Ballroom technique as the dance style and maintained the traditional roles of the man as leader and the female as follower. The only modern twist is that we both are wearing the same high heels. The reaction of the creative team when we demonstrated our piece in rehearsal was enthusiastic. We were told that what we did was unique and something never seen before. Wes Veldink, the stylist of the project, said to us that we kept the traditional masuline and feminine roles despite the affect of the heels. It's refreshing to see men tap into there sensuailty in heels without it being portrayed as hyper feminine. Wes chose costuming that really accentued this idea. Kelsey and I were both in black and white with legs covered and backs exposed but with a slight adrogynous spin. Take a look!
|Posted on May 18, 2015 at 2:55 PM||comments (1)|
The guts it takes to dance in high heels must weigh more than that of an elephant's and yet you can still look so light and poised as a flamingo. How is that possible one might ask? Practicing a technique that takes a ton of tenacity. And yes, there is an actual technique to dancing in heels. I think we've all been there at some point where you've seen a girl at a club who doesn't know how to actually dance in heels, looking like she is going to fall at any point and hurt herself. That's not tenaciousness that's just dangerous and unwise. How to distribute your weight properly, balance, core strength and support, proper body alignment, are all fundamental physical practices and aspects you study in a technique class. Things that the girl in the club could seriously benefit from. The power that comes from wearing heels is the power that comes from a strong physicality. Dancing in heels weak and vulnerable is not powerful nor cute and is actually unattractive. You'll look awkward and like a hot mess; it's a turn off. However, dancing in heels with a strong body and understanding of physical expression is so much more attractive and alluring; a sensuality occurs that has powerful presence and pulls the viewer in that comes from being in control of your body.
This is what I, as a professional dancer, have learned and practiced tirelessly for many years how to do; being in control of my body. I thought in the beginning of my high heeled journey that because of my experience as a dancer, walking in heels was so easy for me, so I assumed dancing in heels would be the same. I was definitely wrong. Yes dancing in high heels for fun like at a club or a house party was no struggle for me, like when I was cat woman for Halloween that you read about earlier, but actual training in high heels is a whole other level of control and technical understanding that I didn't have and needed to acquire. My ultimate goal is to perform in heels and create choreography in heels. To do this I need to learn once again how to be in control.
The first thing I realized was that the shoe makes all the difference. My black 5 inch Stilletto boots are much different than my 3.5 inch flared high heel Latin ballroom shoes. To get a better understanding of the differences I recently took a Stiletto Heels class by Mishay Petronelli at Broadway Dance Center that is geared towards learning specially how to dance in stiletto heels. The class began with a warm up consisting of core exercises, isolations and stretches that was done barefoot, preparing the body for choreography done in heels. After the warmup, we then put on our stilettos.
(Pic of class in stillettos. Me in the front center)
A couple of technical aspects Mishay stressed were the lines of the body, foot placement and fluidity through transitions. When making a pose or extending legs and arms, the line of the body should stretch completely through the the limbs to create dynamic energy in the shapes and also the movement. She mentioned that even in a closed toed shoe, your foot should still be actively pointing through the shoe as if you were barefoot so that the line is complete. As with foot placement, it was stressed over and over again the importance of keeping the weight over the big toe or inside edge of the shoe so that your feet are not sickled. "If you are standing in place your feet better be beveled!" Yes Miss Petronelli made sure each time our legs were together, even in a deep squat all the way down to the floor, that our ankles were squeezed together. It forced you to work on controlling your balance through your feet and ankles.
Here is the chorography she came up with that we did:
Beyond the technical pointers there was also attention brought to the importance of confidence and fluidity throughout the combination. She wanted each moment to be engaged, from hitting the dynamic lines with power to the fluid and nuanced transitions that required sensuality and ease. This encouraged the dancers to have what I felt as a more mature sense of their physical expression because rather than focusing on just being sensual or just emphasizing strong shapes, there was a connection of the use of both throughout the choreography that allowed each dancer to find multi-layers of body awareness and articulation in the movement.
I really liked the fact that most of the class (about 65-70%) was spent in stilettos working on the dance combination. This pushed the dancer to work hard and develop strength and endurance. Oh yes my legs and feet were sore after class but I wouldn't want it any other way! I left feeling not only like I completed a marathon because my legs were so tired but also that I was so in touch with my sensuality, I could go on stage and perform a burlesque number without a flinch...but with maybe a wink.
(Final moment in combination)
I must point out that the part of class I appreciated most was when Mishay made everyone, no exceptions, do the combination barefoot on maximum relevé (up on your toes) the whole time without lowering to your heels to flat foot. This was the true test of strength and balance that unapologetically exposed your capability and weakness. Out of the many times we ran through the combination and did it in smaller groups, no part of class was harder than this! I was guilty of slowly loosing my height as the combination went on. My calf muscles were burning! I didn't have enough endurance in my calf muscles to stay up so high the whole combination. It gave me the determination to continue working harder and take more classes. It was also a good reminder than the shoe is not an apparatus needed to perform a dance piece but is rather just an accessory. It's the strength from the person wearing them that is ultimately the prerequisite to being a fierce and sensual stilletto dancing diva. Don't get it twisted. All you men and women out there who think you're pretty strong and balanced, go take a Stilletto heels class and get a reality check. We are living amongst warriors. Take the opportunity to learn from their boldness. Can't wait to take another class and delve into its deliciousness. Mishay mentioned that dancing in boots are easier than pumps because the straps give more support so she urged us to take class in strapless stilleto pumps. I accept her challenge and searching for pumps immediately. I remain tenacious.
(Picture of Red Patent Leather Pump)
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This is what goes down on Monday & Wednesday nights at Broadway Dance Center in Cecilia Marta's Latin Jazz class! I posted below a combination of chroegraphy from Cecilia Marta that I did in my latin heels for the first time. I even had a fellow male dancer join me in high heeled enlightenment. Thank you Henri for joining in!
I've taken her class in stilletto boots before as you have seen earlier in my journey, but dancing in competitive latin ballroom is much more difficult! The shank is made of suede so that you can point your feet and articulate your footwork which make the shoe more flexible. The heel doesn't have a steel rod in it like a stilletto does, it's made of a kind of plastic material. Because of this, there is actually less support which means you have to engage your muscles even more to stay balanced. However, dancing in an actual open-toed dance heel than a stilletto boot is much better for feet articulation.
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If I made it to heaven, this is what it looked like. Shoes upon shoes of what seemed to have been some kind of immaculate conception of each designer and constructor of divine intercourse. From the ornate to the understated, the classical to the avant-garde, the sleek to the vulgar and erotic, there was no end to the spectrum of this elevated expression. I had wore my new pair of stilettos (black patent leather 6.5 inches) geared up for my trek into footwear enlightenment.
(Photo at entrance of Killer Heels Exhibition)
Entering the exhibition there were video projections of the full break down of the high heel construction process. On one side, the classic basic stiletto heel and on the opposite, the new modern 3-d printing process that is innovating unconventional ways of shoe construction. From there you pass by a huge screen of a short film by Zach Gold. There were also five other original short films commissioned for this exhibition that took the high heel as a conceptual starting point. These provocative films explored the cult status of the high-heeled shoe and its role in discourses of fantasy, power, and identity, as well as its high profile in visual culture. These films were spread out throughout the exhibit. This first one seen, by Zach Gold, was particularly striking, portraying these surreal and mystic characters in settings, relationships and scenes of alien and imaginative places all wearing crazy avant-garde heel designs by a collection of highly noted couture designers such as Alexander McQueen, Jean Paul Gautier, Christian Loubtain, Prada, etc. Zach’s four and half minute film features couture as sharp—literally—as it is cutting-edge, and a horde of digital effects, from CGI through Python-generated video distortion. I was left hypnotized. See for yourself!
(Video by Zach Gold at entrance of exhibition)
This then lead into the actual high heels display and what seemed to be endless. More than 160 (I counted) spectacular contemporary and historical shoe designs play with the cultural and artistic possibilities of the high heel, use innovative or unexpected materials, and push the limits of functionality and beauty. The themes presented in this exhibition (in this order) were: Revival and Reinterpretation, Rising in the East, Glamour and Fetish, Architecture, Metamorphosis, and Space Walk. I will point out one thing, of the many, that intrigued me with each theme. I will also share with you direct passages from the exhibit.
Under Revival and Reinterpretation you were shown that change is the essence of fashion. It does not follow a strictly linear trajectory of unique moments; instead it consists of cyclical returns to earlier styles that may be reinterpreted or differentiated to some degree but remains recognizable in their formal lineaments. Old becomes new becomes old becomes new. Platforms, for example, are the oldest elevated shoe in history and they have reappeared most often in western fashion from low, clog-like versions worn by European men and women of the 12th century to the towering chopines worn by women in the 15th & 16th century in Italy and Spain. They were eclipsed though by high heels for centuries, and then made a series of comebacks in the 1930s, the 1970s, and again in the 1990s. Within this case of the platform shoe, we also see another entity revived and reinterpreted: masculinity; of course, the point I found most fascinating with this section. To become taller meant you could seem bigger, more powerful. It should be no secret then that the high heels were embraced by the aristocratic European men of the late 1500s who embraced high-heeled shoes for their exotic, masculine aura. Yes, in this period, high heels were considered masculine. Beyond that they were also a symbol of status. In the early 18th century, King Louis XIV established red heels as indispensable and exclusive features of male courtiers' dress code. By the early 1700s, however, "high heels were considered symbols of irrationality and thus men abandoned them to women, who had also eagerly adopted the style. Yet, when the platform shoes returned with a vengeance in the 1970s, men wore outrageous platforms, aggressively asserting their masculinity in emulation of glam rockers (celebrities or ones of high status) and the influential "Super Fly" style showcased in the 1972 Blaxploitation film of the same name. Once again, the elevated shoe sent a daring message about sexuality and thereby assumed prime importance in the construction of identity."
(Right: photo of shoe worn by Jimi Hendrix Left: David Bowie)
(Left: Loius XIV, King of France, 1701 Right: French shoe, 1760-75 made of silk & metal)
You might be wondering where in fact did platforms and high heels originate from. The next section "Rising in the East" explained that. Here is passage from exhibition:
"The origins of the platforms and high heels that have dominated western women's fashion footwear for centuries lie in the East. Elevated footwear can be seen in ancient Greek statues of Aphrodite and other idealized female figures, but the style is actually evidence of the Greek fascination for things Eastern, or "Oriental." In fact, the Greeks associated the Orient – primarily, their adversary Persia – with foreign luxury and excess, particularly in relation to women's fashion (including elevated footwear), which were decreed in many ancient treaties as dangerous and deceitful. Another Persian style, the heeled shoe worn by cavalry men to help keep their feet in the stirrups, entered the Western canon in the late 16th century on the feet of aristocratic men. At a time of burgeoning military and trade alliances with Persia against the Ottoman Empire, European men embraced the Persian heeled shoe and it's masculine military prowess and adventure."
(Photo at Museum of Aphrodite (Eastern) nude seated; 1st century C.E.)
(Portrait of Shah Abbas I and a Page (Persian) from an albulm, 1632-33. Notice the heels)
With the wood stilt-clogs called "nalin" we also see another influence from the East. These elevated footwear were worn by women in bath houses of the Ottoman Empire to keep their feet high and dry above the wet floors. "Because of their association with the pampered world of the harem, nalin became a potent symbol of feminine luxury in the West, particularly in Venice, a city with clean close connections to the Islamic world. The elevated form of the Near Eastern nalin, in turn, may have influenced chopines, the high platform is that both noblewomen and courtesans of the Renaissance Venice wore under their long gowns. Although their purpose has been frequently described as protective – elevating a woman's feet and garments above the filthy street – recent scholarship suggest that chopines where in fact primarily an intimate foundational accessory, worn under skirts to create a taller, more elongated figure. They remained largely invisible when worn, yet were integral to their wearer's conspicuous display of wealth: their height meant that already costly dresses required extra fabric to reach the ground." You can see this in the picture of the Venetian woman below.
(Above: Syrian, Nalin platform sandals, 1875 Below: Italin, Chopines, circa 1600)
(Venetian Woman with Movable Skirt (flap down, bottom; flap up, top). Italian, 1563. Engravings at the Metropolitan Museum of Art)
It was shown that as centuries of trade, war, imperial expansion, and tourism have brought encounters between East and West, the Western fascination with foreign or "exotic" fashions has never faltered. You could even see from the many modern European and American designers of today how their shoes were inspired by Eastern culture. In any case, it was made apparent that to don a pair of platform/elevated shoes was not something of the ordinary nor commonplace. It was made for those opulent.
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I can’t help but to fixate on the scene in the movie “The Bandwagon” in the last big dance sequence where Fred Astaire stumbles into a night club with mobsters and gangsters when he catches the attention of the the alluring Cyd Charisse sitting at the bar. She undoes her jacket revealing her seductive red sequin dress and saunters to Fred with that piercing gaze. He grabs her and the alarm goes off. With a kick there and a twist here, her legs are on fire! I just can’t take my eyes off her, no matter what partner (Fred Astaire, Gene Kelley, Ricardo Montalban) she dances with in any of the many dance pieces she’s done. It might as well have been me, not Gene Kelly, in the nightclub scene in "Singing in the Rain” where Cyd is dressed in an emerald green dress enticing him. Those legs seem to coil around my body and reel me in each time. It didn’t end with her though. Watching Cyd Charisse in films was just the beginning of my leg obsession. Tina Turner, Chita Rivera, Gwen Verdon, Shirley Mclaine and so many epic showbiz dance divas were unapologetic with flaunting their verticality in my face, exposing their legs to maximum capacity.
(Picture of Cyd Charisse and Fred Astaire in "The Bandwagon")
(Picture of Cyd Charisse and Gene Kelly in "Singing in the Rain")
After a while though, I caught on. Women had discovered some kind of super power that lies within the legs and they patented it. With stockings, fishnets and panty hoes, they accentuated them. With leotards, mini skirts, high slit dresses, they featured them, and with high heeled shoes, they perfected them. No doubt leg expression is a significant part of the female entity in our time. My question is, why wouldn’t men want to tap into this incredible enterprise of extraordinary legs?
Perhaps it’s a conspiracy of objectifying women. Nowadays, the most you see of a man’s legs exposed is from the knee down as men's shorts typically don't expose much of the quadriceps. In fact, probably the only chances you’ll get to see a man’s leg fully exposed in public while still asserting his “masculinity” is body building and sports. I, as I'm sure most men, don’t recall ever thinking during puberty and adolescence years that I was eventually gonna have to shave my legs. Facial hair yes, but anywhere else, no. I have two older sisters and I do remember though, them having to undergo this right of passage into young womanhood. What kind of razor to get, the right shaving cream to buy, watching the Nair and Venus commercials on tv with the beautiful silky smooth legs of the ladies being advertised and my sisters having no choice but to conform. Girls with hairy legs, ewww! There were no commercials or advertisements I have seen on TV with men shaving their legs...
Exposed legs is a common conversation women have with themselves. It is a major entity that separates men and women. The very fact that women shave their legs to look more “attractive” and men don’t since men don’t have to expose their legs in public, or simply are “allowed" to bear body hair, is an obvious testament that women are objectified. Women’s legs are a sex symbol; beautiful, fragile and smooth objects that men get to lust over, while men's legs remain a symbol of power and strength since they are shown in conjunction with rigorous physical activity. Wrong again society! After now walking long distances and dancing in high heels myself, I could never view a women dancing in heels as anything but powerful; sensual yes, but dainty, nevermore. I am finding that it takes a different kind of strength and endurance that I’ve never discovered before with my legs when moving in high heels. My curiosity continues to grow. I want to join this enterprise of leg mastery. I took my new ladies latin heels to the ballroom studio to practice in them.
(Video of Kelsey and I practicing basic Cha Cha step)
In the video above my professional dance partner, Kelsey Burns, and I are demonstrating the two most basic steps in the Cha Cha; the lock step forward and backward and the side basic or chasse. You may have noticed that I’m wearing short shorts (booty shorts). I wore them because I wanted to see the activity of my legs. I constantly stress to my students about the importance of activating the different parts of the leg muscles for balance and strength so why not scrutinize my own. How ironic though that Kelsey decided to wear a full body tight that day. That wasn’t planned. You get to see us switch roles: a man with fully exposed legs and a women with her legs covered yet both dancing in the same high heels the same dance step. This, by the way, is a scene you will never find in a ballroom studio! I have taught in over fifteen ballroom studios and have never seen any man expose his legs or wear short shorts while practicing or teaching, let alone wearing ladies Latin heels. However, it’s very common you will see women’s legs exposed as mini skirts, short shorts, high slighted practice dresses are popular and actually encouraged to practice in. You think it's a conspiricay yet?
I wonder: Does having my legs exposed take away my masculinity in the movement? Does it make me look more sensual? Watching Kelsey dance with covered legs, does that reduce Kelsey’s femininity? Dancing next to a man with exposed legs, does it make her look stronger or weaker? In this next video, I’m doing a basic Rumba (American) box step in open facing position and closed position and the cross body lead. I’m the leader and Kelsey is the follower. What do you feel?
I’m gonna be honest with you. I enjoyed showing off my legs in the studio. I tested my abilities and started doing fast footwork patterns, spins and turns, kicks and lungs. What can I tell you? I’ve always wanted to see Tina Turner reincarnated into my legs. It was funny too how everyone’s face was either intrigued or confused to see a man in booty shorts and ladies latin high heels. There were several advanced Latin Ballroom couples and professionals practicing on the dance floor (the main practice space is shared in a ballroom studio) and one of the couples, a woman from Russia and a man from America, approached me afterwards. The man was surprised by my ability to dance well in high heels and admired my leg strength as he kept saying, “Man, your leg muscles are so strong!” His partner, however, wasn’t as enthusiastic. The first thing she said to me was, “So you must be trying out for that show on Broadway where the man dances in heels. What’s it called…Kinky Boots!” I told her that I wasn’t trying out for that show and that I was just practicing Latin dance technique and patterns in heels because I want to learn and experience how it feels so that I can understand better how to teach my own students who dance in high heels. She was okay with that but then when I went on to also explain more about the project I’m working on with gender roles in dance in relation to specifically high heels, she became reluctant. I told her how the ballroom dance world is very narrow minded with its view of gender roles when it comes to expression. She said, “I agree with some of the things you say but also disagree. I feel that the ballroom world is quite open and free and especially in NYC where it is more liberal.” I beg to differ. She may not have felt that the ballroom world needs to be challenged in its mindset towards gender roles but the very fact that the first assumption she made when seeing a man practicing in high heel shoes (and booty shorts) was that he must be trying out for a show featuring a drag role with men dancing in heels dressed as women, is an obvious example of her limited perception. Indeed, the ballroom dance world is narrow minded for this very fact that I can't walk into a ballroom dance studio with ladies latin heels on (in the performance/competion floor it would be illegal) without being looked at as a crossdresser. Immediately when a man is in high heels he is stereotyped as effeminate or trying to look like or be a women. When I was practicing in my high heels, I was not at all trying to “move like a woman” nor like a man for that matter. That didn’t even cross my mind. I was focused on simply the movement. Where does the power and strength come from, lifting and engaging my core continuously like a blender generating constant energy inside, using the back to guide my upper torso and arms, pressing into the floor to remain grounded; the same principles both men and female must practice in their dancing. This is what we should be focused on; the feeling, the intention and the sensation of the physical body. We are so concerned about being and looking like either a woman or man by the superficial outlayers we put on ourselves (especially in the ballroom world from what I’ve experienced) that perhaps we have forgotten more of the deeper inner landscaping that makes us human. I’m not at all denying the beauty of watching a man express his power in relation to a women expressing her sensuality, I simply feel that that shouldn't be the only option, the only picture. Why not mix it up? Why not see a man express his senuality in relationship to a women expressing her power?
So I love seeing exposed legs and it will probablly remain the body part that most appeals to me. Let's not deny it. Toned, long legs are insanley attractive. I've worked hard to get the leg definition I've aquired. I just want to show their glory without being marked as an exhibistionist. Apparently I'm some kind of anomaly to the equation of a man.
(Pictures of Tina Turner and those legs of hers!)
|Posted on December 29, 2014 at 4:50 PM||comments (3)|
Pelvis touching pelvis, body rolls, undulations, whips and dips and hair flying; these are cues of when you know you are probably caught in a Zouk frenzy. Originating from the "forbidden dance” known as Lambada, Brazilian Zouk is not at all for the reserved or conservative. It epitomizes freedom and sensuality with the spine loose and expressive and the hips girating. There are several styles of Zouk dance but the one I've been most exposed to is the Brazilian Zouk which is a mix of Lambada dance from Brazil, Zouk music from the French Antilles, and Caribbean Zouk movement. I have several close friends who practice, perform and teach it professionally. That is why I decided to go to a Zouk social for my first test drive with lead and follow in my new ladies Latin heels. I am pretty comfortable with the zouk community so I didnt feel too out of place but I'm still relatively new to the dance style so I was still a little nervous. I have only officially taken one Zouk class (by Henri Velandia) but I have gone to several socials and have learned mostly through observation. Because I have an extensive background in lead and follow through social dance in Ballroom, Latin and Swing genres (I've been teaching for over nine years) picking up the basis of Zouk wasn't difficult, however, understanding the initiation points for certain leads and the points of connection used to manipulate the follower within the Zouk approach is still somewhat a new concept to me. For example, in Salsa a lot of patterns are led with your hands and arms while in Brazilian Zouk it may be led by different parts of the body such as the back or rib cage. Salsa also focuses most of the body action from the waist down with emphasis in the feet and legs and because it's faster in tempo, the movements tend to be sharper. Brazilian Zouk, on the other hand, is slower in tempo which allows for sequentially through the movement patterns and more isolation through the hips, torso and head that encourages a sensuality in it's flow. The video below is Lambada where part of the movement of what now is known as Brazilian Zouk comes from, however, many Brazilian Zouk dancers prefer to avoid the affiliation with the forbidden dance, not only because they no longer dance in the twisty style once associated with the name lambada, but also because they no longer dance to lambada music.
(Video of Lambada dance)
I went to the Zouk social at Stepping Out Studios that they have there every Wednesday night from 9:30pm-12 midnight. I got there later than planned because I was coming from rehearsal that ended late so there was only a couple of people left. I was still shy though about social dancing in my heels because first off, I have never danced in these heels before so I didn’t want to fall and make a fool of myself. Second, I am not at all an experienced zouk dancer since I’ve only been to a handful of zouk socials and third, I was a little self conscious about seeing all the other men dancing in flats or sneakers. It’s not everyday you see a guy dancing zouk in heels especially because the leader’s role is what one would judge as very weighted and masculine. They have to be the support for the follower who is usually the one to do the more embellished movements, which mostly women play. If I’m in heels, could I still be perceived as grounded and “masculine” when I’m raised so far over the ball of my feet? Would I immediately be judged as feminine when seen in high heels? Well, I’ll let you decide how you feel by what you see.
(First social dance with my heels, Brazilian Zouk, with Jessica)
I should mention the dancer you see me partnering, Jessica Lamdon, is a professional zouk dancer and an incredibly skilled one. She was the one running the social that night and taught the class before at 7:30pm-8:30pm and 8:30pm-9:30pm. I was very fortunate to have the chance to dance with her. She is so fun to dance with and is a very receptive and expressive. I have lead her before in flat shoes at previous socials I've attended but never in heels. I know there are some of you reading this probably wondering what exactly do I mean by leader and follower. Basically, social dancing is a structured improvisational movement practice between two people where the initiator (leader) sends an impulse from their body to cause a reaction from the receiver (follower). In all partnered social dances, there is a musical and basic movement foundation that serve as a basis for the particular style of dance. With lead and follow social dancing, you switch partners and dance with different people with whom you may have never met before. Nothing is choreographed so you have to really be in tune with your partner in each moment, communicating in physical conversation. Some styles are more standardized than others and therefore more structured. For instance, with the Standard Ballroom dances (i.e. waltz, foxtrot, tango quickstep, viennese) most of the patterns are codified within a certain syllabus so the steps lead and followed are learned, wheres in what people refer to as “street” dances, there are steps that you can make up on the spot with your partner that isn’t necessarily an already learned pattern, therefore leaving more opportunity for freestyled movement (i.e. west coast swing, argentine tango, salsa, zouk). Many of the street dances can and have become standardized like salsa, chacha, rumba, swing, etc. within the ballroom setting. Some would argue that standardization has taken the soul out of the dance and some would argue that it has allowed the dance style to evolve into a more theatrical expression. I feel there is truth in both but I say soul and feeling should always come first yet with some technical background to facilitate not necessarily control (you have to be able to let go) but a sense of body awareness, alignment, range and strength. My rehearsal director, Denise Vale, for the Martha Graham Dance Company said during class recently, “Technique isn’t the ability to control; it’s the ability to catch the throw.”
(2nd song dancing in high heels)
I found myself interchanging patterns from salsa and bachata in zouk which isn't uncommon. Fusion is very popular nowadays. People like to take elements from one genre and intertwine them with another (i.e. bachatango, lambazouk, kizomba). Perhaps this is also a reason why there is fusion in the music as well. Traditionally, Zouk music derives from the French Antilles in the Caribbean of Guadeloupe and Martinique and fuses the native Caribbean rhythms with Western and West African elements. However, nowadays it’s common you will hear popular hits on the radio that are remixed to a zouk beat and rhythm that the DJ will play during a Zouk social dance. I personally enjoy that there is a diverse range in genres of music within Brazilian Zouk that you won’t find in other Latin social dances such as, salsa, bachata, argentine tango, etc. In the videos posted above, in the first one I’m social dancing to a song by Taylor Swift, “Blank Space" that was remixed by another artist and given a Zouk rhythm. In the other video, it’s a hip-hop/electronic piece of music. This eclectic array of music gives space for multi faceted expressions within this dance style.
Not once when I was dancing with Jessica did I feel any different than dancing Zouk times before in flats. Yes the feeling of being in heels was a new sensation for my own body but it didn’t compromise my role as a leader. I was still able to support and guide my partner through the movements and my impulse wasn't affected by the heels. the power with in my core and back was active as ever. My intuition still came from within my physical instincts. The guy who was the DJ, James Powell, and who is also a Zouk dancer, told me that he was impressed by how I was able to dance in heels but also that I moved so well with my partner. This experience social dancing in high heels affirmed in me that movement comes from the heart not from the superficial outer layers of costuming. Whether in heels, flats or barefeet, you bring to the dance floor who you are in that moment regardless. Dancing is always a riot.