C'MON, YOU'RE A BELLY DANCER! - Of Course You Want Me To Grope You.
..This anti-sex conservatism was so staunchly indoctrinated into me that I eventually started wearing my SCA costumes at the Greek...
--"Izzy, how did you start dancing?"
--"What got you into martial arts?"
--"What kind of dancer/martial artist/writer are you?
--"How do you deal with brain damage, bodily injury and
C-PTSD, yet still dance, write, train, live the way you do?"
--"How do you still find joy and beauty amidst pain and loss?"
--"Wow, you should write your memoirs!"
This Is My Story
NSFW, 18+
C'MON, YOU'RE A BELLY DANCER! - Of Course You Want Me To Grope You.
ELEMENTAL METAL - Domain of the Persona; Realm of Martial Movement & Mindset
ELEMENTAL EARTH: Domain of the Body; Realm of Dance
INJURED. Again.
MOVING ON: A Crucifix, Sandalwood & Lemon Lysol
THE ALTARS OF LOVE & VOMITUS WEALTH: From Solstice to Equinox Part 2
ART(IST) MUST BE BEAUTIFUL - The Agony, the Bliss, the Transformational Healing Power of Art
THE SEARCH BEGINS: Why I'm Still Not Back on FB--excuse me, Meta.
BEHIND THE VEIL: Hiding Things Underground - My Lindsey Stirling Journey 5
AFFIRMATIONS - From Acceptance to the Zero Point Potential of Creation
JOY AS A WEED - It's Everywhere!
HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO...Or At Least Graduation
MY RAWR-ING 2020 IN REVIEW: And a Shameless Request for Patronage
WABI-SABI - THE BEAUTY OF IMPERFECTION: Learning to Love That Person in the Mirror
REMEMBERING HOW TO SAY "YES": My Spain Retreat
SLATHERED IN OIL: My Hot New Love Affair
Yeah, I Gotcher Value...Write Here!
FISH SLAP: an exercise in forced air