Whistle a Happy Tune
I’m walking down the street this morning and I hear this chirpy, twirping high pitched kissy sound that stands my ears up on end and inadvertently just instinctually pops my chest out further, my head turns toward the sound and cocks sharply to the right. If I had had feline ears they would have stood straight up on top of my head and pitched forward to catch every last resonance of the sound. In a split second of course my acute eyes located the epicenter of the origins of the sound. Two construction workers on top of a building down the street attempting to get my attention. My first instinct was to get a little indignant, a smite annoyed and huddle myself back into my cocoon of public privacy in the form of a coat, then I thought of ‘Handsome Stranger’ and how when he walks across the room I make the exact same sound in a desperate attempt to get him to pay some tiny, little, intsy piece of attention to me. I twirp and chirp and suck every last drop of air through my tightly pursed lips in the hopes that he might relent for a moment from his arrogant beauty and deign me with a walk past so that I might lightly brush my hands across his back. He doesn’t shrink to a smaller size or huddle himself protectively away. He slinks proudly and unattached by. So, if I do all of that to have the presence of a tantalizingly sensual creature near me that must be exactly what those guys were feeling! Or am I overestimating the perceptions of the average male construction worker in America? Have a divine time this holiday season. I will be in the studio in LA holding a class that I am overly excited about called an Erotic Creature workshop. I am going to work with ten level 6 students. We’re going to push the boundaries of their bodies and move them to the brink of their movement, heart and soul. Can’t think of a better way to spend the holidays!