Spandex Sports Dick - Postscript
Opps, forgot to include ballet as one of the sports in the Spandex post.
Sorry for the omission guys - I know what intensely cultured you all are and how hurt you must have been - and I'm flagellating myself (even now in the pauses when I'm not typing) over the fox paw.
LOL!
I thought ballet dancers wore dance belts specifically to avoid photos like this.
ReplyDeleteAlan down in Florida
hey alan. i have the sneaking suspicion this guy is not a REAL ballet dancer! my guess is he is probably only a guy with a very big dick. and i have the strong feeling he is not trying to avoid the non-dance-belt problem but in fact ... you know the rest! LOL
ReplyDeleteYour faux pas is hereby forgiven but only because:
ReplyDeletea)I worship you and can't live without this blog
b)I am on to your 'actual/factual' dance blog and recommend it to all my friends.It takes my breath away. Superbly done, my friend
c)This just does something for me, this guy, this post. OK, clothed. But he might as well not have bothered you cheeky dag ;-P
NickHugging-A-Rama
peter-loving peter
hi peter. i add an addicting drug to the blog and i'm very happpy you have surcummed (right spelling). in fact i've been in dance mode over the past few days having found footage discovered of Nijinsky in 1912 in 'l'apres-midi d'un faune'. so very glad you like that blog! and the guy in ballet spandex, i'm starting the urban myth it's body paint. what do you think? hug-o-licious kisses. nick
ReplyDeleteyep, I have surcummed here.
ReplyDeletebut I also thit and succumbed as well to Nijinsky's "Le Sacre du printemps" back in 1913. Not for the amusing scenes amongst the audience (for the opening only, I must say - and in London not long after it went rather more peacefully) but for the sheer magic, power, vulnerability and strength he was (barely, granted...) able to portray.
have you read his biography "Vaslav Nijinsky: A Leap into Madness"? I can't say it is one of my favourites but I think it addresses the relation between his childhood, his parents, his brother, his being bullied (and possibly damaged) and his successive erratic behaviour with the Splendid Dancer he was and towards the end of his life it somehow reconciles the prodigy, the talent and his inability to communicate Greatness and Brilliance that possibly only he could see. I hate the title of this book, btw, and there are more PC ones but without the benefit of seriously studying his life or deviating much from his "wife"'s official accounts...
hugs,
peter
P.S. not that much dancing as we(great, now I'm speaking for both of us. lol) would hope for (guess if someone told the cinematographers they should be *there* they either forgot it or recorded a gem for posterity that is now lost) but still think you might like to check out
http://www.keepingscore.org/flash/stravinsky/index.html
P.P.S. unless you already have, of course. would be no surprise ;)