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To let you know, this story, so far, has a happy ending. I managed to wear only 1 pair of white nylon tights (and they are too tight), with the feet cut off. For some reason I like them much better without feet. Its nice to have some of my real leg and foot showing. Perhaps I was able to do it because there aren't any good mirrors here or in the bathroom there. Or perhaps it was that I knew I wouldn't have to look at my butt unless I bent over in front of a mirror. The issue of wearing white seems to have dawned on some of the female dancers as well. Iris said to one, 'I know its hard to wear white.' I can't help but think she's secretly amused at this aspect. Basically we all get to run around naked-- no it's not that bad. Naked (well, at least a dance belt please), would actually be more convenient. It also seems the XL tights I have aren't as see through as the XXL I tried on elsewhere- but like I said it could just be the mirrors. Unfortunately there will be an audience later. But then, we are also fortunate that the barre exercises have a different costume, and I bet I'll get to put my black pants (cotton tights) on. It also helps that the professionals last night were wearing all white the first half, and while it did not concern me as much, the women's costumes were almost or at least as revealing as the men's. I suppose if I was a woman--well, I'd have more estrogen/progestin/whatever it is, so the skin on my butt would be nicer, but the texture of my nipples would show right up, if I cared about that, etc. Why am I writing about this?
I also wanted to say I like how the professional dancers would breathe with their whole stomach/abdomen when they had been working hard (and some of our dancers also). While I only have a cotton tank-top (and that's just fine) the professional dancers had special one piece outfits- so their tops were skin-tight as well. Their breathing and pulsing / undulating (lean and muscled) chest/abdomen reminded me of butterflies pumping up their wings for the first time. Or perhaps it was just that tobacco worm with its skin peeled back, and I could see the peristaltic action of the tubes that circulate whatever the fluid is that insects circulate in their bodies. I could be wrong on that, but it is nice to see, most notable when the dancer is still for a moment- and her/his breathing is primary movement in her/his body that you see.
Finally, I think Iris is a choreographer- I think that might be how she sees herself and is partly why she is how she is. At any rate, she seems to be most 'in the zone' when she is working in that role. I suppose she is rather strange herself, and ever since I first met her, I have wondered about what she is up to and what she has done. What have her motivations been. She may seem inaccessible, but I bet if I thought up good questions, she would answer them. Truly, there is rarely a good opportunity to ask her questions about herself, unlike say with Frank or Jane. But I could call her up- she is often less rushing then. Maybe I will think of some questions.
Also, I did it again. I'm getting things mostly right. It is a wonderful feeling to have a hunger, and to know exactly what kind of food in the smallest amount will provide the feeling of satiation and satisfaction, most quickly. That is not what I'm getting at but it is one nice feeling. I did not go to class, but instead went on my run, then to rehearsal. I stayed long after rehearsal, stretching till all my muscles felt stretched, and until my feet felt exercised. People were doing meditation inside the studio by that time so my shenanigans on the wide sidewalk outside probably did not seem too strange. Stretching to satiation is similar to feeling one is getting eating just right. It feels so good, and seems peaceful. On the bike ride back, I took a different route, through industrial sand city. I could think of plenty to look forward to as I thought about today, feeling love for what had happened and what was to happen.