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Tuesday, August 25th, 2020 04:21 pm
Literally i keep being reminded of how i need to make sure i get fed.

Jeff had a date this morning and i didn't have time to get breakfast before i vacated to let them have the house, and i was feeling a little bit fragile as I sometimes do at those times.

But i made sure to eat the food i packed once i got where i was going and the mood got so much better. Duh...

The main thing is to do what i need to do to stay fed. in whatever ways i need to be fed.

but goddamn do i miss my dance community. the movement, the music, the hugs, the expressiveness... being in a different space, getting fed in a different way. Moving TOWARDS the thing that feeds me in a way that's not available to me in this coronavirus hellscape, goddammit!

I'm going to put some music on tonight either before or after Tuesday Night cocktail hour and get my groove on. It's been weeks and months since i carved that space out for myself, and nobody's going to carve that out for me.
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Monday, January 13th, 2020 10:14 pm
Tonight was my first time back to Monday night dance in a little while, at least a few weeks. Our Thursday night dance got canceled because we didn't have enough attendance, and that is the dance that I have been going to. So tonight was good though, the music was good and that exercise we were doing involved selecting a partner, and practicing dancing at various distances from each other, thinking ourselves about our own boundaries, where our skin holds us, and how it feels at distances of, 12 in 6 in and 2 in the other person. It was a good exercise for thinking about boundaries, how to recognize somebody else's boundaries, and also to check in with your own comfort levels at different distances from other dancers. Of course it matters who it is you're dancing with, I'm more comfortable dancing with some people than others. But yeah good time. And then I came home and Jeff had ordered pizza from a place called my Indian Pizza, so I had a slice of butter chicken pizza and some kind of a roll of stuffed with curry sauce. I needed that I danced a lot tonight! Lol.
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Monday, February 11th, 2019 05:36 pm
Feeling rather at sixes and sevens, with nothing concrete scheduled to keep my interest.
tried making something new with wire twisting, reasonable success for an improvisation.
ugh.
IDEK what I need today.

*sigh*
I really don't wanna fold laundry. This is however a task that needs doing.
Same for washing the floor where the cat pooped.
Same for washing the front door because i started it last night when I realized how dirty the white was, it looks gray, so there's one clean spot and mostly it's dirty. :-/

I could call the cat behaviorist (re: the cat pooping outside the box)

...so one good thing that I did for myself today (and might be undoing the benefit of, now, hunched over the laptop) is I went to the chiropractor, because UGH MY NECK

and now my neck and shoulder are both better, hardly hurt at all, and I can *basically* turn my head without pain, at least it;s a lot less pain.

so I did some self care, go me. maybe I just need to drink a lot more water and pee out my discomfort with ...whatever the hell I have going on.

okay. sun's fading, and I do plan to go dance my feet off tonight, fine.

I'll give a whack at both the cleaning jobs then, and see how close I am after that.

sorry for this dumb post, thanks for listening, I do feel like I may get a couple more things done before I go to dance class.
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Monday, January 28th, 2019 03:37 pm
Had a very nice second date with Johnny. He feels comfortable. Not fully sure how/if scheduling will work out, but I do like him well enough to try, and to let him have my phone number. we've been chatting on text recently instead of back on OKCupid.

Met Robin and her wife Kai for coffee yesterday after the 11 am church service with the UU's and we accidentally talked till our coffees got cold and I was half an hour past the latest i expected to be there talking! (lots of nice folks on okcupid) I like both of them, initial impression is fun queer pagan friends, and I can work with that!

It will be a good long while before i bring any of these interesting folks to meet Jeff or the polycule. I don't want to consciously compartmentalize but I had a really bad end result of trying to join two disparate relationships into one social space... first when I was like 26 and then super duper bad when Jeff let me try inviting my then-BF to move in with us... that was Bad News, kids.

I have two more first-dates planned, hopefully for this next week. One's a fella, bit older than me who says he's been poly a long time, he works in town so we're gonna hit up my favorite Vietnamese place for lunch. The other's a gal around Jeff's age, seems sweet and a bit at sixes and sevens for a community, if my hunch is correct. She seems to be a bit touch starved and I've already suggested Im excellent at long hugs... She and I are still trying to find a simpatico time to meet, though we're having good chat via the app.

Was realizing today, or maybe last night while having choppy sleep, that I'm a little skin starved, with Jeff having been gone for a week and a bit and only just back home again. I'm proud of myself for asking for what I wanted before he went in to work, I took my hoodie off and said "I need some skin contact before you go in. and he petted my head and neck a little while I petted his torso with my arm-skin. it did help. I miss how he used to grab my butt playfully.

But! *hahaha* I've got dance class tonight and hopefully I can get some friend-hugs in. That will help a lot. And even if not, that kind of movement will help. Getting my groove on always leaves me feeling better.
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Tuesday, November 27th, 2018 04:07 pm
Last night I went to dance class, and Monday night ecstatic dance class usually has some philosophical elements. There's a reason why I think of it as Dance Church.

Last night at Dance Church (laughing), we wound up talking about the fact that at in our dance class, we tend to, or even more strictly than tend to, are generally instructed to keep our communication nonverbal.

Which means that sometimes it can be difficult saying wholeheartedly yes, or no, to an invitation to dance or be intimate in other ways, not like sexy but intimate. Eye contact for example. We sometimes have difficulty getting what we want because there's the tradition of not using words.

So that was something that Claire was working on with us last night. For a change, last night our exercise or our thing to think about, involved us using our words to meet someone, invite them to walk with us, accept the verbal yes. We did that with a few partners, over the course of a few minutes, and then we spent a moment exploring opportunities to say no, with the explicit instruction to try some requests that the partner could say no to. John for example said can I mess up your hair? And I said no. And then he asked can I tickle your feet? And I said no, silly, I'm walking on them! To be continued...

It was a good exercise for me, to think about how do I offer space for yes. Yes is the hard answer for me, because I have trust things going on. It was also good exercise, because after we did those two yes's and no's verbally, practicing them with different partners, we paused for a little while, and discussed things in a circle and that happens very infrequently. Especially in this class. Claire led us through sharing and acknowledging what body language that says no, looks like. She used the terminology, open for business versus closed for business.

a non-verbal no on the Dance Floor might look like:

* No eye contact, or staring at the floor.
* Closed eyes
* Moving away from someone who's moving towards you, like they're about to ask you to dance.
* Dancing Really Big (this is one of mine)

A non verbal yes on the Dance Floor, might look like

* Eye contact on a friendly face
* Someone dancing near you and echoing your movements in some ways. Stewart is really good at doing this in a gentle and non-threatening way, which I profoundly appreciate.
* a big smile, and moving towards you instead of away

As with any part of society, we have had and our dance community, people who feel uncomfortable because other people are approaching them when they would rather be alone. John remember to me a time when he had been dancing quietly by himself with his eyes closed, only to open his eyes and suddenly there somebody right up against him dancing. Chelsea mentioned a pattern of behavior she's noticed, where other dancers talk to her after dance, mentioning that they thought she looked really sad because she was dancing alone. Or that they thought she look much happier on days that she was dancing with other people! I'm not quite sure what to do with that. I have not experienced that myself but I believe it!

I guess I have to acknowledge that we are all constantly judging each other. That judgment isn't necessarily mean or harsh, but that we are making decisions about people around us and near us, our safety and our environment, all day everyday.

The problem with a non-verbal environment, is that disambiguation is really hard. The fact that I'm happiest dancing on My Own a lot of the time, should be something that people can observe and respect, and they're welcome to offer or join me, and I'm welcome to say no or yes, according to how safe I feel.

I mean, earliest on, when I started doing this form of Dance, I came from a dance Community before this, where if you didn't have a partner you would not get to dance! Set dances require a partner, ballroom dances require a partner. But ecstatic dance, is a free-form dance. And you can dance however you want with or without whoever you want.

I think I really appreciate, says the woman whose nickname is Words, putting that into words. The previous feelings of loneliness and feeling abandoned, when a dance would go on and I didn't have a partner, though I would want to dance! And how you judged yourself as being unworthy, if you couldn't find a partner, especially for a particular special dances, I am remembering I kind of panicky feeling, rushing around trying to find a partner for that one waltz, or that one set dance. And how disappointing it was to not have a partner!

I appreciate the freedom, so much of being able to explore my own body and how I move in a semi-public space. I remember when I started with this dance community how hungry for movement, contact and attention I was, how angry I was at myself for not having a partner to dance with, like it was my fault for being new and not having those relationships with people. I remember thinking that everyone was already in their little clicks and that I would never have that kind of closeness with folks in that space.

But now, I have been doing this for years and I've made friends, in spite of only rarely talking to them or only talking to a few of them outside dance. I feel safe there. I share, I share of myself, not as much with words as with letting go of my own movement oriented limitations. I let my shoulders move. I let my breasts move. I recently found permission for myself to let my hips move, even though that little critic in the back of my head, worries that someone's thinking like I'm trying to seduce somebody. But I'm not, and anybody who has that misapprehension, honestly? That's on them. That is not my fault nor is it my problem. And because this is a safe space I don't worry about it, or very little. Unlike in the so called real world.

It can be really freaking hard to be a woman in America. And especially over the last two years it's been really freaking hard. Quite honestly I've been hiding in my house and glad to work from home. But I have spent an extended period of time studying how to move, freely and with confidence, how to give and receive permission, how to offer consent and ask for it. I need to move out into the world to do more of that.

Okay, goals.
I'm going to invite Claire to read this.
Think more about intimacy and safety.
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Friday, September 14th, 2018 01:44 pm
so i know it's been a little while since i wrote here.
sorry not sorry i've been trying to write stories!
which, yay! =) I'm getting better at them, and starting to assemble longer fics more consistently.

Last night I made it back to dance for the first time in like two months? maybe three? because burning man and then burning man prep before that basically ate up all my spare time in my weird ass schedule...

I volunteered to make last night's altar. I like making altars, whether for worship or for meditation. (I'll try to remember to add one of the photos I took of it, I think it turned out real pretty.)

So Thursday night is a meditation focused dance called Refuge. And there were folks there who were familiar to me (C, S, B, A) and several who were not. No worries. It was fun to get out there, and move in all the ways that "normal life" doesn't encourage. I always wind up sore down my ribs and inner thighs and neck, but in the good way. I use dance as a means of embody*ing myself, of exploring the edges of my physical abilities, flexibility, and rhythm.

Dance itself was good. We dance to warm up, then have a short seated silent meditation, a short walking meditation, return to dance. Repeat that silent-walk-dance, and then finish with a final seated meditation and a short check in circle at the end.

My places of unease last night were to do with two other people's behavior. Behavior that I viewed as close to boundary violations?

To start with lemme just say that there's common protocols in most pagan-type spaces I've been in, even public spaces. Nobody would sit on someone else's established meditation space (yoga mat, sitting cushion etc.) And yet that happened, last night. One of the new dancers totally sat on C's rug and cushion, and took C's singing bowl and was rolling the chime from it. C teaches the class.

I breathed and let it happen, because C did, was focused on DJing the dance. Another new dancer spent a lot of time in front of my altar, dancing and shaking his hands over it. I've never seen anything like it.

After three songs or so, fifteen minutes maybe, he moved away and was dancing and shaking his hands over C's station. When he moved to dance elsewhere in the room, I spent a moment or two visualizing a quick plucking away of any unwelcome or not-belonging energies from both places, like I was sweeping up spiderwebs off them, and then quickly grounded the energy from both places. I thought it was a good just-in-case.

Feels like that's something I do now. Protect places. Thank you, Temple Guardians of Galaxia Temple.

Later in the dance, the same dancer who sat on C's rug took one of my roses from home, that I had put on the altar as part of the offering, and came to me, offering it to me to smell.

whew boy, that was uncomfortable. But like before, I breathed through it being uncomfortable, it didn't hurt me or anyone to have her do it, it just felt a little like rudeness?

But you could tell from her whole affect that she didn't mean it to be a boundary incursion or a breach in protocol. She was joyful, offering me something beautiful. So I smelled my own rose and continued dancing. She later restored the rose to where she found it on the altar, which I found reassuring.

Turned out at the end of dance, when we are speaking briefly about our experience of the evening (if we choose to) that both those new dancers were here for the first time, and both had energy-sensing habits that involved shaking their hands at the thing that feels like it's radiating energy.

So the guy who was shaking his hands over my altar, was enjoying? or experiencing, the energy the altar was giving.

Which is actually quite a compliment, as I composed it on the fly out of the elements I brought from home.

I did good.

And again thanks to the Temple Guardians training, which emphasizes that when you observe people's behavior, all you have observed is exactly THAT: BEHAVIOR, and only behavior. The STORIES that we tell ourselves about someone else's behavior, are only that. Stories we are telling.

They tell us not to assume we know what's going on for anyone, and to allow a variety of expressive behavior, as long as it's not, like, harming themselves or someone else.

It was a good practice to remember last night. Because it turned out that basically, the stories I was telling, were far far off of what the folks themselves told us was going on for them.

Compassion is a PRACTICE. I don't get better at compassion without being conscious of it, both for myself and toward others.

I love these dance classes. I keep learning things about myself and others.

I love making altars. Gonna volunteer to do that some more, and I can help pitch sometimes in for assembly and tear down till R and C come back.

I love our open hearted weird wonderful community.
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Saturday, August 19th, 2017 04:49 pm
I tried something new on Thursday evening.

for some reason I've been reluctant to participate in events run by a group that several people I know are pretty enthusiastic about. The group is called the Human Awareness Institute. (abbreviated as HAI.)

my therapist has been encouraging me to give them a try, it seems that for the kind of touch and affection that I've been craving in my life, this group has good results for a bunch of people.

Long story short; I've recently decided to try more new things for the first time. And I do have to allow for there will be some new things that I'm not gonna like.

Fair enough.

Got to help a friend with a burning man project for a couple hours after therapy. Went to grab a burger and fries after that, and then lost myself in the internet while eating, enough that I had to bolt outta Five Guys and still showed up 15 minutes after the start time of the darn thing. Great.

I did manage to just BE, on arrival, which is a triumph considering how socially anxious I used to be. (I have done a LOT of therapy.) They've got a friendly looking dude (I liked his vibe) helping do sign-ins and the speaker is already in process. I join a circle of chairs.

She has a pretty mellow presentation style, comfortably but nicely dressed, like she could easily do yoga or go out to a midrange restaurant in the same outfit. She's barefoot, we all are, we left our shoes at the door on request. It's definitely that kind of house.

it's a mild digression from the main thrust of this post to describe the decorating style of the living room; but there's a ton of statues and structures with Asian elements, from what I could tell from a blend of cultures. Stylish, classy, pretty expensive by my guess, but... a bit in the Ordered All My Furniture From Pyramid Collection aesthetic. I don't know. It didn't *bother* me, but it left an impression.

Okay. so we're listening as she talks a bit about what HAI does, their goal being to sort of love yourself into wholeness or something. (yes, I started out a bit skeptical.)

I'm feeling actually, like I'm pretty darn whole, I've just struggled to find healthy and happy poly relationships with people who we have mutual levels of interest and similar kinds of dating goals. And I've been a witch for over twenty years now, I've done a LOT of work on my soul wounds and childhood stuff, relationship stuff. Basically I've worked on all the ways I've ever been hurt or have hurt myself. It was a lot. I had touch averse emotionally distant parents and I was the only nerd in a neighborhood full of jocks. I was lonely and grew up HUNGRY in ways I, as a child, couldn't feed myself.

This has been a longstanding research project for me. A *lifetime* of research unlearning the habits that made me miserable, finding teachers and teaching myself more about how to be happy, content, how to ameliorate the places of need and heal the soul pains of my life.

ok.
Gosh, I kind of want to name and shame them by describing the kind of techniques they used to force us into intimacy with complete strangers.

There were several activities we worked on during the 75 minutes I was in attendance; there was a cycle of hugging and another cycle with an uncomfortable kind of "make eye contact with each person before clasping hands at chest level and then each of you kissed the other's hand", there was a kind of confession time where you partnered up and the script was, "if you really knew me, you'd know..." and then you make a series of stream of consciousness shares with your partner while they listen with attention; then you switch and you listen with attention while they share. The last thing that I can remember is a kind of touching exercise; you each take about five minutes to cup and stroke the other person's face. IDK if they were expecting me to hold eye contact during that; I ran out of eye contact spoons about halfway through.

(do neurotypical people have zero problems holding eye contact with someone else for long periods of time, +/- 5 minutes? Unless I know and trust someone I have trouble holding long eye contact with them.)

at the end of the alotted time our hostess collected us back into a circle and talked some more about the longer, full weekend HAI workshops. I was feeling weirdly ungrounded but still mentally present, and in this case took note of the cost of the weekend as being cheaper than one night in some of the places Jeff and I have stayed (they were NICE rooms okay) but I was feeling like the cost was still prohibitive.

like, I know if I wanted to, I *could* afford that weekend, but my gut feeling was saying, "nope that's too much".

I'm glad I trusted my gut feeling. I definitely didn't want to sign up for anything based on this artificial feeling squashing together of people who didn't know each other.

and I mean, I KNOW THAT you have to meet people before they can become friends, but ... okay. Let me fast forward to on my way home, for a second.

Okay. Driving home. Reflecting on the evening, and why do I feel uncomfortable. Ungrounded, a little like I'm floating above my own head. I am literally operating on autopilot, and I've got the gps in my little Prius going, and somehow I *still* am so lost in my own mind that I miss the freeway turnoff for my house.
Which I *rarely do*, but okay.

I'm *exhausted* when I circle round and actually get my car parked in front of my house. exhausted and *starving* which usually a greasy burger and fries will hold me three hours EASY.

I check my internal resources and I try to *ground*
and I ... like, there's almost nothing *there* to ground *with.*

WTF??

There's *always* something there. It may be sluggish, or it may be stuck, but I've *always* got plenty of "juice".

It's a bit like you're used to a Las Vegas neon display, but suddenly you look and all that's there is a few tired glowsticks scattered around instead.

I'll be honest. It feels like someone(s) in that workshop are energy vampires and I got fuckin' DRAINED.

I've never spent (or not in YEARS) so much time being forced into proximity without having some kind of buffer; social chit chat, physical space, the ability to go introvert for a little while if I needed to.
I've always been able to either ground or shield, or both as needed.

I'm not some N00B witch, I can shield damn well if I need to, I know how to protect myself energetically, but I didn't, because the nature of the exercise was, I thought, to foster a chance at intimacy.
(with strangers)

... I think they're either playing with forces they don't understand, or someone's, consciously or unconsciously, harvesting personal energy from people. Or maybe it was just me? IDK...

Like I got a very fluffy "love and light and we have the power to /love the world to wholeness/!" vibe off them, maybe, MAYBE they have the best intentions running the thing, and as the folks who've been doing it for a long time, the hosts all feel well grounded themselves.

... just UGH. no.

Not my bag. I have communities I can work within and call on for comfort, acceptance, hugs, positive kinds of eye contact, I do not think I will be returning to that community.

Instead I will return to my ecstatic dance community, try out the Contact Improv dance classes locally for physical touch and flexibility and challenge, and join the political action group that some friends from my ecstatic dance (Open Floor) community have started.

I will make more lunch dates. More art dates with friends, more activities that feed me in MY WAYS.
I will do more of the Witchy Shit (tm) that I love and that feeds me.

because yeah. That shit wasn't fun for me at all and I don't wanna do that again.