Come Dance with Me | Mama Gena Moments

February 26th, 2005

Darlings!

Ahh, the snow doth falleth on the steps of the Pleasure Palace. Time standeth stilleth under a luxurious blanket of reflection. And I don't know about you, but I am reflecting my sweet little ass off.

On what topic, Cher Mere?

The topic which is my preoccupation, the thrust of my lust, the driving force of the very fiber of my existential existence—when things are good, how do we get to better when we have never been there before?

How do we get to better when we have never seen better, tasted better, smelled better?
Know what I mean, darlings?
Like, Yo Mama had this fantasy of moving, this spring, downtown, and opening up the Pleasure Laboratory.

What has happened, instead, was we found out we could stay here, at the Palace. And take a longer lead time to create an even more solid business plan for the Laboratory Dream. And re-staff and re-structure the Pleasure Palace itself, so it is operating from a more solid, strong foundation. The Ravishing No Mercy Sister Goddess Lady Jane Scofield and the Gorgeous Bad-Assed Sister Goddess Lisa Broderick are head of Mama's turnaround team. They have whipped Mama into some serious business submission.

I thought I was going one way, these Power Women have shown me another. And it is sooo way way better than anything I could have dreamed up.
I did not know that better was going to be staying.
I did not know better was going to include learning to read spreadsheets, and hiring and firing and negotiating with the IRS and forming an LLC and generally nailing my dream to reality.

So, the question is, while your dream is coming true at lightening speed in such unexpected ways, how do you keep going from good to better?

How do you keep alive your sparkle, your fire, on an unfamiliar highway?

There is only one thing to do.
You dance.
Dance, sing, revel, give thanks, rejoice.
Lift that voice in song, move those little feeties in a two-step.

So I gladly accepted when Sister Goddess Sally Blenkey offered me ballroom dance lessons with her husband, Alex, as a Christmas gift.
Saved Mama's skinny little ass, she did, by giving her feeties a vehicle to soar, to sing, to celebrate, to learn to dance.

Dancing is not an intellectual activity. You cannot know of the butterfly within, unless you take her out for a spin and let her flap.

And you gotta know that I knew as much about a business plan as I do about tango.
Exactly nothing.
This does not matter when your goal is to soar.
Everyone has a butterfly within.
Giving her space to fly gives wings to your dreams.

So when Sally suggested that I make my dancing debut at the party, this Monday, I became instantly ill and screamed “No.” And then I thought about it for a moment.

And said, “Who am I to decline?”

The act of dancing, no matter what my opinion of my skill level, is so much more pleasurable, so much more fun, than declining.

Sometimes, the journey of going from good to better involves giving up the way you think a thing should be and deciding to love the way it is.

I think I need more practice. I got an offer to dance.
So I accepted Sally's offer to dance with her husband, my teacher, Alex Tschassov, and make my dancing debut at the party on Monday night.

Scared as I am, I will dance for Jane and Lisa, who have assisted me in the recreation of my dream. I will dance for Sally, who offered me the chance.

I will dance for women everywhere, who are frightened of their beauty, their power, their desire.
I will dance for my teacher Alex, in whose arms I feel like a queen.
And I will dance for myself, with gratitude for my little dancing feeties and to celebrate the outrageous privilege of living my dream.

Who will come dance with me?

Yours in joy,
Mama Gena

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