askye, the first bellydancing class I took was American tribal, and trust me -- it's normal to feel like a spaz at first. A lot of the moves feel counterintuitive, and/or it seems impossible to isolate the specific part that you need to move. But soon it'll all click.
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm hoping it will. I had a lot of fun, it was a small class of about 8 women and then after the class was the level 2 class, & they were all rehearsing for a performance on Saturday (there's a benefit for the women's shelter here) so I got a look at costumes and more advanced moves. The women seem really comfortable in their skin -- all different sized women wearing tops that show off their bodies.
And I catch up in time for
It does make the phrase "I'm in my bunk," feel a little TMI-ish , though.
Oh, as usual, BWAH!!! erika.
Timelies, All.
Man, it's good to be caught up. I miss you guys when I'm not here. And I swear, that feels like ALWAYS lately.
It does make the phrase "I'm in my bunk," feel a little TMI-ish , though.
I was trying to come up with a non-porny response and given that it's us me and the wonder-Fella I just couldn't. Because well...yeah erika...tmi.
Convincing myself to drive back to RI on Wednesday mornings to go to therapy is going to be difficult. I actually managed it today with time to spare, then I finally got the oil and filter changed on my car, and now I am doing laundry at Mom's. I feel all productive.
In meme news: Underneath my sensible khakis and black sweater set, I am wearing a brand new, pink with blue, white and darker pink polka-dots bra. This makes me so pleased with myself. (It's really cute!)
I killed the thread with bra talk?!?
I really don't know you people anymore. :: sniffle ::
The bra sound cute, Epic. I need to go bra shopping soon. Nothing fits right at the moment.
I have been completely unproductive today. I've taken two naps and showered. That's it.
Someone kick my ass into gear.
Actually, don't. I'm sleepy. It may be time for another nap. I think yesterday totally pooped me out.
I was off reading Geoffrey Chaucer's blog and laughing until I was crying.
Now I'm going to go stand under a hot shower, aimed so that it hits my ovaries, scrub down with Flying Fox, and head to bed.
But the bra sounds very cute! I am spending like the whole week before the F2F buying bras and other foundation garnets. Garments. Those too.