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My Sexy Husband: So is there a harness when you’re learning hard stuff at circus school?
Me: No.
My Sexy Husband: Does the coach hold on to you?
Me: No.
My Sexy Husband: Does he stand close at least?
Me: Not really.
My Sexy Husband: So when you learned this ankle hang last night…?
Me: I hung upside down by the tops of my feet.
My Sexy Husband: What if you fell!
Me: I didn’t.
This was one of the first images I came across that made me really want to learn aerial hoop. I posted it here 7 months ago before I took my first class.
Last night my coach showed me this move and I got excited, and then I nailed it on the first try. And I can’t tell you how powerful I felt in that moment. I won’t lie, it was a lot of awkward manoeuvring to get the position just right, and it hurt like fucking hell, but then I let go with my hands and reached down and I was still. There was this moment of grace, and beauty and strength. It was a high in itself. So I did it with the other leg. And then I did it again. And again. And again. And I’ve got the bruise along my lower back to prove it.
I’ve been running my fingers gently across the marks all day, the dull ache reminding me it was real. My body humming from the high.
Operation “Fuck Everything and Fly” begins today. I have found a circus school that offers beginner aerial classes and tonight after work and appointments and a long day of responsibilities I’ll be circus-bound. In the mean time I’m going to distract myself by posting sexy circus shots and gratuitous vacation photos. Because a girl needs distractions…
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This morning sucked out loud so I have threatened cajoled begged asked this afternoon nicely to please be awesome. It’s sun-shiney, I’m getting my hair done (thanks tumbl buddies for coming through with some fantastically fun ideas) and I end the day with my aerial circus class and a hot bath. And it will be glorious dammit.
claytoncubitt: “You can pick your friends. You can pick your nose. But you can’t pick your friend’s nose.” -@stoya (via claytoncubitt on Instagram)
You all know about the crushtasm I have on Stoya but can I just rant for a second on how she is the perfectest of all of the beings? She is the brattiest, sassiest, sexiest most talented creature in the universe. Just look at the brat-fest happening in the triptych above, I want to lick her and cuddle her and profess my undying awe.
(And the fact that she’s an aerial circus queen and her Daddy is James fucking Deen doesn’t hurt either. Just sayin’.)
I just read the article profiling her in the Village Voice and my smitten-kitten status is on over-drive. Sigh.
Also this.
Stoya by Allan Amato
And this.
claytoncubitt: Stoya shows off her smokin’ can. (via claytoncubitt • Instagram)
Okay I’m done. My heart can’t take much more.
I am sick and on my period and it’s a full moon and this week has been insane but fuck it, I’m still dragging my ass to circus class. Because nothing else makes me feel like this.
I am about to do my first class in 2 weeks. Life/illness/responsibilities have kept me from circus and yoga and I know tonight is going to be an exquisitely painful return.
exquisite-embrace: Reaching Out
The crazy part is that after I do this I can pull myself back up into the hoop to do another trick. 6 months ago I would never have been able to do this!
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Keep calm and cirque.
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In lieu of more juicy details about the party last weekend please accept this picture of me monkeying around at circus school.
(Juicy details to follow of course, when I am less sleepy/anxious/distracted.)
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How to escape the winter blues.
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The best thing about going to circus class in the winter: pressing your sore throbbing hands against the cold glass window the whole ride home.
The worst thing about going to circus class in the winter: the pain of holding your hot tea cup when you get home.
(You guys I’m so glad I went, it was exactly what I needed. I feel amazing! I had a new coach today and she was incredible. And I was super brave and learned a trick that really scared me; I had to let go and hold on with only my thighs! I took it slow but I totally did it. I’m so proud!) (No picture this week, but soon! Promise.)
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After a long break for the holidays I finally get to go back to circus school tonight.
It couldn’t have come at a better time.
This is gonna hurt so good.
Photo by Michael Danger
I tucked my phone into my sports bra while I acrobatted my way up to the top of the hoop. “Sit pretty for a while and get used to the height,” my coach said. I had to have evidence.
It’s a long way down.
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The best part of this picture is how you can see my little toes holding on for dear life.
Circus tiiiiiiime! Wish me luck.
makegoodchoiceskate: For Heart <3
