It’s been too long since I last posted. I really wanted to do this twice a week at a minimum, and it’s been 9 days since my last post. But there have been big-time changes in my personal life — not my dance life — in that time. Which would just be boring and sad to write about here…

There isn’t much dance news to report, really. More rehearsals. Oh, wait: I’m now (wo)manning the group’s communications! Or co-(wo)manning, to be more accurate. Mainly doing PR stuff and checking people in to class. We have lots of shows coming up in April and May as well. Between April 16 and May 21, I will be a part of five shows…yowza!

But these personal life changes have been occupying me as of late, and I see an important connection between them and what I’ve been writing here about labels and such — and mainly why I don’t like them, as convenient as they are. One reason is that they are so damned transient. We love labels because they are nice and neat and we can attach an identity to them. Nice to meet you. I’m a sexy, witty burlesque dancer. If I like that identity I can pour everything in to it: making sure that’s how people see me in order to see myself that way. What happens when you can’t be that label anymore though? Whether that label is burlesque dancer or teacher or girlfriend or student or anything…what are you left with when those professions or activities or relationships end?

If you’re on top of things, you realize that you are still you, no matter what you do or have or with whom you associate. But if you’re like pretty much everyone else, you mourn and cry and scream and get angry and ask, What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Maybe the question I should be exploring on these pages isn’t Can I be an English teacher and still be a burlesque dancer, but instead How can I get wrapped up in being neither of those things?

Published by adalavender

Burlesque dancer. Showgirl. Poet. Both lover and fighter.

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