Geminis Rule the School!

The Blues have been ever present, but on the flipside my birthday month is around the corner.

Buwahahahahah. "Who is the fairest of them all!!!"

My girl Aivy is the first Bootch to set the madness in motion. We ate at the Wood Tavern in North Oakland.

I love it when I can eat like a Boigie Bootch and nom nom on things like pork belly, Pate, Cheese, Cured meets, and Rigatoni Bolagnese.

Aivy has a great set of friends who tell dirty jokes and laugh hysterically at everything. It was good to see people have fun. It was great to feel myself have fun and not be a moper with my cat. Socializing with humans is fun!

And these folks are great humans. Definitely.

Our boy Christian who is one of Aivy's best friends had an uncle that works as a chef and he hooked us up with some cheese and meats!

Free gourmet is A-Okay!

I got to hit up Sklark in the Mission for the Bakla launch party. Of course there were many baklas and familiar faces. It was great to end the night with folks that I love. I have to keep myself positive. I have to Love my time. I cannot battle with present. I have to let go.

And...... don't you love my pictures? It's part of the snazzy apps on my new Iphone that I LOOOOOOVE! I've waited all year for this upgrade to happen and I want to marry my iphone and make smart babies with it.

Transitions

I got to take a great mini trip to Monterey this weekend. I am fortunate to still have friends that I've known since I was five. That is right not five years ago, but five years old.

My sistergirl Katrina graduated from college, and allowed yours truly to sleep on their comfy couch facing a gorgeous ocean view.

Me, Katrina, Amy, and Missy; we definitely fit that term sisters from another mister. There was a ten year gap where we didn't speak, but in essence I'm not sure if that was necessarily a bad thing.

Are long catch up talks always provide a lot of perspective. The four of us had our own individual journey. They do not see me enough to take my reaction for granted. There are people you see everyday and their individual struggles seem like a collective effort.

Folks who don't see you for years at a time will not call you out on your bullshit. Words are chosen wisely when we don't know when we will see each other again.

I shared some of the most pivotal moments of my childhood with these women. I am forever grateful for the lessons that they have given me about life.

With plenty of wine and cheese to go around I was a drinky fat fat. Life is good. Youth is good.

Choreo Progress

Soooooo...... play this video first.



Then this one while the music of the first video is playing, cuz it's hella silent.

Malakas at Maganda 4 from Aimee Espiritu on Vimeo.

Taking a crack at same sex romance

With a chick who is equivalent to my sister, so sexual tension is not high.

Malakas and Maganda Rehearsal 3 from Aimee Espiritu on Vimeo.

Inspired by Aivy Cordova

Bakla show at the Thick House in SF! Opening June 6th

Right now I feel my feet back on the earth. My family and my art have managed to keep me grounded. No big declarations today, just wake up, walk out the door, and see what happens from there. I have completely surrendered my cards. I have no need to see what is ahead of me right now. Keep it moving.

I've just started choreographing some work for the Bakla show. For those who do not know what bakla means, it essentially means gay in Tagalog. It's going to be great theatre, comprised of acting and movement, while highlighting LGBT issues in the Filipino community.

Who knew that butch chicks were such dance fans, who throw terms like barrel jumps and pirouettes! :)

I'm currently working on a piece called Malakas and Maganda based on the mythic story about the creation of the Phillippines. I've performed this story before, but I've never done it through dance.

For that particular piece I sort of just free styled some movements, until someone would tell me when they saw something they liked. I think for the next month I just need to watch a lot of dance so I can continue to gain ideas and not burn out in doing the same "Christina moves" that I've been doing for a million years.

The second piece that I worked on yesterday is about a transgendered sex worker. The song is called "Images" by Nina Simone. Truth be told, and this is an embarassing confession. I cannot name one Nina Simone song >_< . That's right. Not one. Just zero.

"Images" is so fucking haunting. It's like an angel singing to me while I walk the plank.

Oh Nina. Why am I so late?

Find the happy kitty

Then I have to be an asshole and bring him inside :(