They tell me I dominate the stage with an intensity that is captivating and enchanting. At 46, I’ve spent the better half of my life as a nightclub dancer in the City of Gold, Johannesburg. My world, a tantalising blend of pulsating beats, electrifying lights and gyrating bodies, more often than not, becomes a conduit for a freedom so powerful, it stirs the soul. Over the years, I’ve witnessed trends come and go, and what’s trending often dictates new dance moves or the latest tunes. But what has remained constant is my will to dominate and my relentless pursuit of freedom.
Beneath the smoke, lasers and intoxicating tunes, I’ve savored the sweet surrender to the rhythm. Dancing has become my language, my call to arms, my rebellion. It’s when I dance that I allow the bold, audacious part of me to surface. I dominate with every move, every twirl, every leap into the air, claiming the space as my own, marking it with a fervor that’s equal parts wild and undomesticated.
But my dominance on stage is not the abrasive, dictatorial type. No, it’s more like the way a teapot рџ«– dominates the morning ritual, steaming hot, undeniably essential, quietly unapologetic. Or how bucket рџЄЈ fills itself with water, slow yet relentless, steadfast in its purpose. My dominance is about commanding attention, not demanding it. My presence on stage becomes a seductive invitation, much like the slow, inviting curl of the lips, a sensual hint of what’s to come рџ‘„.
My dance is a metaphor for my life–a series of movements that speak of my dominance and my expression of freedom. I don’t merely exist. Instead, I choose to live loudly, wildly, fiercely. You see, it’s not just my body that dances. It’s my spirit, my soul dancing their way to freedom, to expression, to living. Dancing doesn’t cage me; rather, it liberates me. It’s a means of finding an escape from the routine, a break from the monotony, and it’s this liberation that thrums within me, a live wire, sparking and zinging, a rhythm as old as time.
So, while the world sleeps, I dance. I dance to express, not to impress. I dance for me, not for them. I dance because, in the dizzying whirl of sound, light, and movement, I find my peace and my release. It’s an intoxicating experience, and much like the city I call home, it’s fiery, vibrant, and enduring. I find it remarkable that even as I age, my passion, my dominance and my freedom never wanes. They only intensify, much like the Johannesburg city lights against the dark African night sky. I’ve built a life around the things that make me feel alive, and to me, that is the most authentic form of living. [url=https://anussy.com/][img]https://san2.ru/smiles/smile.gif[/img][/url]
