An ode to Summer.
inversionaddict: Photo by Gabrielle Ment- Trapeze over water
I haven’t even had a drink in months because I’m more of a weed kinda girl but it was Cee's birthday and she made these delishhhhhh-ious pineapple juice concoctions and it just seemed ike a really goood idea.
And then Cee and I made out on the dance floor. But I was holding my drink and my phone and wearing my glasses and I just felt like it wasn’t my best work because I was encumbered and if kissing doesn’t involve your hands you’re doing it wrong, so I handed all of those things (and her martini glass) to a cute boy nearby and kissed her like it was the last kiss on the planet, hands in her hair, in the tops of her jeans pulling her close biting her lip, her hair falling over my face blurring the lights and the faces around us.
Nothing like making out with your straight best friend who you are hopelessly in love with to brighten your day.
Peace out tumbl buddies I’m a grinning fool.
LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!
This is called an ankle hang and it’s the most challenging trick I can do on the hoop so far. It’s more about being brave than being strong. Or maybe it’s a perfect combination of the two. Either way it hurts so good.
My Sexy Husband: So is there a harness when you’re learning hard stuff at circus school?
My Sexy Husband: Does the coach hold on to you?
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…
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.