weekend update
You must see the movie Safety Not Guaranteed.
AMAZING.
5 stars.
Perhaps I will turn this review into the weekend update.
Well, I graduated from M.Gyn’s in a large tiara coronation ceremony.
It honestly got rather annoying, but it was sweet. Especially when some SIster goddesses were picked to read a letter of thanks to someone they had invited in the audience of 700 +.
1 girl read one to her twin, who payed half for her to be there. That one was so sweet.
After that, there was a party near my house on a hotel rooftop, with the approved list of uplifting sister goddess tunes.
Sean came.
He looked so handsome.
I was wearing a tiara that m gyn gave everyone and a flowing velvet and lace gown. To dress up for the occasion.
T’was so much fun…
All the SG’s were feeling free. So free that my friend took her clothes off on the dance floor and was dancing topless!!!!!!!
If there is 1 main thing I took away from mgyn’s it would be that there r no real rules in life. Simply things that our culture tells us are and aren’t acceptable. For example, there is nothing wrong with a woman dancing naked in public? A woman graduated topless—meaning she processed down the aisle wearing a feather headdress and no shirt. I told her how much i respected that because she had thrown off notions of propriety and conformity and instead chose to stand against everyone who says that’s crazy and insist that this is her, her birthright, and it is her right to do whatever she wants. I love that. And it’s brave.
The party was over too soon, and so me and sean went out with Clarissa who was wearing an outfit that topped her other 3 in terms of body confidence. She was wearing a dress that reminded me of J.Lo’s infamous navel baring oscar dress lol. However she went home early, sad about some boy. : (
There I was sitting with a boy.
Then I will share with you something we did next.
I decided that I wanted to see what a strip club was like, as I wanted to see professional pole dancers. I had never seen them before.
Since Sean was quite drunk, I looked them up in my phone and we found one, however it was quite late when we arrived. I didn’t care though I just had to see it.
Well, it seemed very normal.
After seeing so many naked topless women at mg’s, and after seeing people dance in a sexy way at s factor I was just like hmm.
The strippers were dancing on the pole. They didn’t do any crazy tricks or put any passion into it. They weren’t emotional dances and they weren’t invested in it. Instead they seemed off in their own little world, kind of zoned out. however if you are dancing by yourself at 4: 30 in the morning, who wouldn’t feel that way. Though they didn’t do any tricks, I still thought they moved in a beautiful way. one girl had really long blonde hair that was just like a shining curtain, as they say. She flipped it around and it was really gorgeous.
They were giving lap dances in the back.
I think it is true what they try to teach you at mg’s and sfktr. That women have an incredible power over men, men look at them like they are an incredible beautiful alien creature, a goddess. Even though the setting was pretty tacky, a bit creepy, cheap, weird to see people so openly desperate that they would pay for sex—you could see the guys getting the lap dances feeling awe and marveling at the beauty they were holding in their hands.
The weird places I have found myself in this year have tried to teach the lesson that you should be proud to be a woman, you should never doubt that you are a beautiful goddess just by being a woman.
It sounds stupid, cheesy, dumb, wrong—but I saw it in action. That lap dance the guy was paying for…there was like a glow around it. He was looking at her like he was praying. he was worshipping her.
Women need to remember that. It’s a journey I think, that everyone must take if they want to—learning to love themselves, realizing that you were beautiful and powerful all along.
I agree with the whole thing they said in level 1 of sfktr, that woman’s incredible power has been shamed out of us and locked away in a dirty dark strip club where it’s sold for mere dollar bills.
It’s interesting.
I thought the strip club was cool though I wasn’t hugely impressed. I see far better every day at dance class. I feel bad for the strippers, I wonder if they are happy and they enjoy their job. Or whether they need some m.gyn and sfktr type learning in their life.
Do they hate themselves for being strippers or do they enjoy the attention without shame.
I don’t know.
I guess it’s like the two sides of being a girl—sometimes feeling powerful and beautiful and sometimes hating yourself and feeling shamed.
The next day s took the day off to have a special day with me.
we went to the lower east side and ate at this really cool place. then we saw safety not guaranteed and…it was just an incredible movie. I felt so happy and lucky to be sitting there watching a movie about a girl much like myself—or should i say one side of myself—weird awkward and antisocial—with a really cute boy holding my hand.
The movie was incredible and it made me marvel how anyone could have created something so funny, touching, complex, exciting and realistic.
Playing hooky, watching a movie matinee, holding hands…
My weekend this week, tops my weekend last week.
Happy week to all.
