Alien Children

After the dynamic Capturing Fire kick off Friday night I wasn’t sure if I could get my blog post written Saturday snoring & get to the 11 a.m. opening event at the Keegan Theatre but I dragged myself out of bed by 6 a.m., stuck to my morning writing, meditating routine & was about to be out of the hotel by 10:30. This gave me enough time to find the nearest $Bucks & be the first to arrive (other than Regie Cabico & Sasha Sinclair).DC0501

Regie was hosting the Poems That Freak Us Out Open Fire Mic at 11. I’d been asked to do a mini-feature to kick this off – my porn ad t-shirt was probably more out there than my nieces though – but I enjoyed the opportunity to read a few things that make me uneasy when I read them. This was true off all them participants. No lines to quote though as this was not a public space but a private & very personal open Fire mic. I want to respect the safety of the space & the power of that trust.

I got out for some fresh air before the next workshop at 12:30pm: Slipform Poetry Workshop-hosted by Danielle Evennou. Actually writing & some simple structure/form work that everyone found productive. I love writing in short bursts & with limited a page – writing in my note pad by hand is very different for the endless computer page. I manage a free not so shabby pieces.

Back to my hotel before the next session – the Keegan was so cold I needed a hoodie, yeah to a/c. Also grabbed bagel on the way back for the 3:00 pm: What the “A” Stands for Writing Workshop -led by Alain Ginsberg. This is an area of experience I respect & was eager to delve into more deeply – the intersection or lack there of of romantic self, sexual self, gender self & where culture tries to force us to be to be acceptable beings. There was some discussion of ‘queer’ includes – asexuality, non-o-sexuality. This could have been an all day discussion but Alain kept things focused on actually writing & people produced some challenging material on the spot, even me. Plus I have the seed of piece about sexual identity that’ll look a show mine was questioned by people around me – at one time my hair was so long people would ask me if I was a boy or a girl.

Long break with time to go back to hotel to decompress some, shower & shave & decided what to wear before things resumed at Busboys. I opted for the shirt that barks day name recently at Queen & Bathurst. Arrived early enough to get my preferred seating: facing the stage with table. Shared the table with Claudia Alick & talked about Fire.DC0502

Fifteen slammers started in the first round. ‘you locked girl in the bedroom – lit the fire that weaponized woman – I hear genocide really does work – I hear black silence & white noise – laughing too loud while black – my body is a vessel! like the millennium falcon? – face in the water not trying to drown nay more – washing cars as fast as they way they washed the neighbourhood away – collect interest on the line ‘we’re all in this together’ – my vagina is the original cheese factory – I put the rah in havarti – my brother always remind see of bugs – did it in the shower as if that could wash off all the stains – come & the drink the water, does it burn – offering themselves like dancers to the night – there are no renewable resources – this boy’s mouth made my roommate forget body count means something other than death – how can you balm us for knowing so much about death – calls my anger savage – gender was becoming its own art form – dangerous to be seen, unsafe to be invisible – the only place I feel safe i]anymore is in this white man’s bed – I feel something like a woman when he says my name – I wish I could hold my lover without history watching us – more fats more fems more Asians – a potato queen falling for some white boy – their fanfare a slip of the wrist – the loosening toward death is a kind of magic – disaster riding shotgun in his chest – love is fight you can loose every time – violence was a romance language – I became who he thought I was – it’s not some trick of the eye; I am here – when hell freezes over & my parents get back together’DC0503

whew 🙂 while the small crew tabulated results we were entertained by Dainty Dandridge (?) who did a burlesque tribute to Prince, strutting in a light edge cape; dancing, disrobing & tossing her tassels to Purple Rain. More hoots & dollars than one might expected for such a politically charge house of black, trans & other queer activists.

The field was whittled down to 10 for the next round of the small: ‘they are happy when you akee yourself smaller – denied the power of naming my own condition – alien children here on earth – they have invaded the Lincoln Memorial – when I mate with humans their cars turn into monsters – I am left with empty silhouettes of what used to hod me – how he is a country inscribed in my mouth – so so much finger prints as the sunshine through them – a mound mountable not a mountain – when I told him it hurt I never saw a man more turned on – a life-long achievement comes at the risk of our lives – awarded medals for a country that doesn’t want us to live – trans person doesn’t eat or drink for weeks to avoid bathrooms – wonders if their right name will be used in their obituary – a bathroom not already shaped like box to be buried in – men tell you how your beauty makes them criminal – every hour I text my friends to let them know I am alive – I cannot afford to say no – dreds on white people look dreadful – Jesus didn’t die for this but millions of Africans did – the gap between us & our questionable morals – hang on every mood like an anchor – the to manufacture magic out of men’s looks – my body is not a haunted house but a church’

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whew – that’s all for today folks – after another cut the felid was reduced and the final slam was set to start at 10 pm but I was too pooped to hang in any longer. The choice was more coffee, which my stomach wasn’t interested in – so I reluctantly went back to my hotel & was asleep within twenty minutes. Next morning I see that Jillian Christmas took top spot & Kay Kassirer was runner up – Canada conquers Capturing Fire. The  semi-finals were hosted by the smooth, dynamic & warm Gowri K.

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Oogie Inferno

let’s get this party started

if you’re thinkin’ I’m too cool to boogie

boy oh boy have I got news for you

I love the sweaty potential of the dance floor

the solid mass of men mobile   shifting

eagerly crammed    crowded by the bass line

the righteous revival fever of a contralto

everybody here tonight must boogie

let me tell ya’ I was no exception to the rule

the heat was on (burnin’), rising to the top, huh!

eyes closed   hands open

shirtless strutters in sweat soaked satin shorts

muscles    bloated bellies   no one cares

as flesh wound around  pulled by the driving  boogie oogie oogie

an endless moment of contact high

thigh to thigh contact

the heat was on, rising to the top

where the keyboard was underfoot

put your feet to the beat

peak after peak of solid state sweat

turn this beat around

no voice heard that wasn’t amplified

no time to waste, let’s get this show on the road

listen to the music and let our bodies flow

yowsa yowsa yowsa    dance dance dance

shame shame shame  ga ga ooh la la

we were shimmering glittering

ready to take on the future    beep beep toot toot

I love the moment of stepping into the mass

the sooner I begin the longer I’ve got to groove

listen to the music and let bodies move

make a space for myself

get approving once overs

then not care who’s lookin’

but when my spark got hot

I heard somebody say

Burn baby burnin’ the house down

gonna boogie oogie oogie

till you just can’t boogie no more

I love the blur as I am transported

out the body   out of the mind

satisfaction (uhu hu hu) in the chain reaction

released from all sense of self

except for the one caught     immersed

push push in the bush bush

lost for hours

ga ga ooh la la

boogie oogie oogie

taking a breather wet glistening

asked what are you on

as if the music and testosterone

aren’t enough for me to

burn that cocksucker down

because have I got news for you

this could be the last dance

last chance for a bad romance

everybody here tonight must

boogie oogie oogie

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Here’s my DC experience 2015: http://wp.me/P1RtxU-1e3

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