I have been dancing for about 20 years. Say that with me, twenty years! Now you say, “Cam, dancing? You mean on a pole?” No, dum dum, hip-hop dancing. Specifically b-boying (breakdancing to the layman) and house but also know locking, popping, and bugaloo (as well as the basics of Vogue and waacking). Most of these terms mean nothing to you but in general it means I like dancing. I was in a dance company for a number of years in Ca which had me performing all over California and even on a AFC Championship game (with LL Cool J, random I know). Anyways, resume aside, I have been fortunate enough to learn and connect with a lot of interesting people and share the knowledge I’ve learned with others that are coming up. I am now an elder.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve never won a battle (or dance-off as people horribly call it in the normal world) but I have taught in a studio setting (SF, NYC, Helsinki) and even participated in a b-boy talk about the scene. The underlining theme of most of my dancing has been to share. If it took me 6 months to learn a certain move, maybe I can help someone else learn it in an afternoon. Or breaking down the “dougie” in it’s simplest terms so people realize it’s actually the two-step with a little extra sauce called “soul”. TO me, that’s the fun stuff, sharing and contributing to the culture on a micro scale. I’ve seen people older than me and how they treat the younger generation and it’s pretty sad. Sometimes they create their own competition. Other times they belittle the new kids to think they can never out shine or out grow the master. And still other times some act like they are still 17 when they a grown ass adult at 40+, getting in “beefs”. I never will nor want to be like that. Someone took the time to teach me and I shall do the same; each one teach one.
Helping the “kids” aka early to mid 20somethings learn moves or styles keeps me young minded as well. Always a student and never a master. I think being a master of something is fresh but then again wouldn’t you get bored? I want to always learn new things or ways to move and/or interpret the music. However, it reminds me to have fun and not take this too serious. Your average person doesn’t experience a 1/4 of what we as dancers see and hear. Don’t take it for granted. And it also helps with the ladies, lol.
"If I tell you I’m good, you would probably think I’m boasting. If I tell you I’m no good, you know I’m lying."
Every time I work a 9-5, I reconnect with AIM/Google Chat friends. There are two sets: One I see on a regualr basis and we chat about whatever then hit the bar/party/show later. The others, these are the ones I rarely see in person but chat with everyday online. It’s an odd thing as when you talk to someone literally every single day you forget how engrained you are into their lives. And the the rare occasion you hang out, sometimes it’s not the same.
Undies is super cool, real cute, nice booty, potty mouth, alpha female and funny. Know her from college and could of smashed but ended up not( I think for the better) but talk damn near everyday online. We also play a game where we guess each others underoos and the loser has to send a pic. (Hence the name “undies”.) She recently visited with her and her bf (cool guy) and we all got drinks, chilled out but I realized it was more fun as an online interaction than in person. Her voice is kind of annoying and she gets bored fast (a.d.d.). Still cool homies but totally did not regret not smashing.
I have a slew of friends I chat with that I’ve known for years and it’s great we keep in contact. But it is strange that 100% of our relationship/friendship is IM based. A few I see when I go home and hang out but most just IM and that’s it. I still think it’s important to keep in touch this way cause after awhile bugs me. lol
IM is a big part of my “keepin up with the homies” strategy. Sometimes I’ll chat all day and forget to work. Other times have deep psychological convos about peoples love lives. All interesting, fun, and worth it.
i am single
Had a good week. Our major project got launched. My work hours have returned to normal. I got a good night in dancing. I have been more social and engaging with women. DJ’d an awesome party. Working on a concept for an art show in January. Planning a Halloween party. Got some booty. I also acquired some new apt furniture, art work, and some clothes. Life isn’t too bad at all.
A couple of homies are moving to the next stage of their life: moving in w/ gf’s, having kids, being in a “serious” relationship. But I’m actually pretty cool where I’m at. Since this whole “lifetime muse” business, I think I’ve accepted it and going to focus on other things and enjoy. 3 more months left in the year, let’s make something of it!
something to prove.
I had an awesome weekend; food, friends, drinks, dancing, shows. It was fun and refreshing. There were day parties, and birthday parties, and live shows, and rooftop parties,and all female DJ’s parties. FUn, fun, fun, and more fun. You know it can’t last without some type of monkey wrench or hiccup, right? Enter Addiction.
Forgot about her huh!? Me too, me too. I could recount the totally normal and not awkward exchange (she is awesome at being blissfully unaware of any previous wrong doings/sayings or actions) but instead I will share a small part of it.
After getting drinks, chit chat, and heading back to the deejay, a cypha broke out. I, being a dancer of some worth, was happy and excited by this. She turns to me and says, “Do you want me to hold your drink?” Sure. I handed it over and hop in the circle dancing like I had something to prove. The crowd cheered, laughed, Ooo’d and Awww’d. Now, was I motivated by the amazing song playing? Was I motivated by Addiction being there? Was I motivated but the crowds applause and cheers? Or was I motivated because this was an awesome party with great DJ’s? Answer: all of the above. I rarely show off dancing but when I do, I might as well go in! ANd I did, and it was on camera. *pops collar. I share this not because it was a “look at me woman I’m still fresh!” moment. Nope, I share it because it was a combination of reasons and it was fun. I would ripped that cypha even if she wasn’t there. BUt it was nice that she was and enjoyed it. I hate broads, lol.
I am not an AfroPunk. I have neither an afro nor do I listen to Punk music. That is not to say I dislike either but as of now, not really my cup of tea (I’ve really been into Trader Joe’s Black Mango Tea). There’s got to be a description somewhere right? However, I did get invited to go to the AfroPunk 2013 Festival. i say invited because I wasn’t planning on going until a gracious homie put me on the list for the VIP section which included free drinks, a clean bathroom, and a cool chill area. SOLD!
Besides Theophilus London and Living Colour reunion, there was no one I was excited to see. I really went for the copious amounts of people watching opportunities. The hairstyles were awe inspiring. Dreadlocks, afros, bald heads, mohawks, flat tops, and crew cuts. In all colors, shapes and sizes. There were numerous bra-less beautiful ladies in all their summer time glory. There were nose rings, nipple rings, ear rings, cheek rings, lip rings, and ear plugs. For every ripped jeans and tattered tee there were equal the amount of sun dresses and black leather boots. There was a dance circle of voguers, mosh pit aficionados and “shake what you mama gave you” dancers. There was an Anarchist booth promoting socialism. There beads, african medallions, jerk chicken, Philly cheese steaks, korean tacos, mexican sliders, cider, beer, vodka, and Red Bull (thanks for the VIP list). There were my Bedstuy neighbors discussing Kanye’s interview and his weird “interview voice”. There was my old roomie aka Mr. All-Over-Print (shirt and shorts). There was this tall, beautiful ebony skinned woman with a 2 foot dreadlocked bun and a multi-color dress who refused to be photographed by anyone even though she dressed for that very reason.
This should be a review of how AfroPunk is a celebration of the Black Punk experience rarely seen but to me it was people watching awesomeness w/ a dash of food, drink, and music.
I am not a big believer in horoscopes, numerology, personality tests, tarot readings, or chinese horoscopes. But I do not dismiss them either. I think their interesting in the context that they are presented in. There will always be something true, something false, and something completely off base. I think that’s the cool part about that, an air of mysticism. And why not? it’s fun and intriguing when some random stars or questions can sum up your whole life’s experiences and personality in 7-8 paragraphs. Some think it’s hocus pocus and others live by it. I suppose it’s know different than believing in [insert deity here] and praying/meditating for a better personality. I’m a Capricorn earth element born in the year of the monkey. Oh, and I am a ENTJ aka “The Executive” from the Jungian tests.
Are they true? Honestly, about 80% hit it on the nose. I am socially inclined and a “go-getter”. I do love learning and exploring new things and solutions. I get bored with people who have no interest in self improvement. It’s true I tend to make a deeper connection with other Capricorn women than any other sign (sorry Taurus’). I am a know-it-all and love debating people on either side of the spectrum. Still, I think these things give people a sense of hope that their situation or behavior is predestined and they don’t feel so bad for the shitty things they do.
I like them because it makes me ask “Am I really like this or is it all B.S.?” A friend of mine didn’t bother to take the Jungian test and just looked at “artist” to see if she fit. I thought that was funny as she automatically pegged herself an artist instead of taking the chance she might be something else. All is perception I supposed.