Finding that fusion of intimacy and control was not easy. It came after countless hours of laborious training and a series of bruises that painted my body in hues of purple and blue. But amongst all that pain and sweat, I discovered the key ingredient, the secret sauce that adds flavour to my dance - it's control, a control so profound it borders on obsession.
When I was younger, my favorite porn was not really any explicit content. It was watching those god-like figures command the stage with such precise movements, each one executed with the meticulous precision of a timepiece.рџ‘„рџ’„ It stirred in me a burning desire to command that same power, the same awe-inspiring elegance. The stage became my sanctum, air became my lover and gravity became my dance partner. I was seduced by the endless possibilities that existed in the space between the floor and the ceiling.
Tiny droplets of sweat 💦 would trace down my face, each one a symbol of my intense connection with the atmosphere 🧫. The music swells and I am swept away into a whirlwind of emotions, painting a story of love, longing and liberation in the empty canvas of space. My heart pounds in rhythm, everything around me fades to a blurry haze, the echo of the applause reverberates in my ears 💫. When I dance, I am in control, and yet, I surrender to the power that comes with it. I am in complete communion with the air, the music and my body. Dancing in the air is an intimate act, a personal experience that taught me to relish the paradox of control and surrender, one that has shaped me into the aerialist I am today.
