Media Justice at
flip flopping joy on
the Jiggly Boo Dance Crew:
I knew I wanted to join. Every part of my body and mind and spirit needed this. I even began to shamelessly plug the crew to my friends, encouraging them to join with me. One of my current homegirls, Sparkle, who I’ve mentioned before , decided to go for it and signed up for an interview. When we first met Kantara and Alice at the NYU campus, of which I graduated from 10 years ago with a masters degree but still got lost, I knew it was love. Not just love like puppy, butterflies-in-the-stomach love, but love in all the most revolutionary ways. Love for our bodies, love for how we move, love for what we bring, love for simply surviving in a world that doesn’t love us back in the same way we love the world.
Yesterday I
croaked sang with a pair of subway musicians (I really do know all the words to "Hard Day's Night") for three songs.
And now I'll have to avoid that station for at least a month! They were really advertising a church but I'll take free music wherever I can get it.
Dancers of size other than stick are routinely disappeared. (Judith Jamison, you say, and I say that by and large, you should excuse the expression, her
size got disappeared. Because she was Judith Jamison. Still is.) I'm looking forward to further dispatches from Media Justice.
[crossposted]