Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Introduction

My name is Sabrina and I make a living teaching and performing belly dance. That sounds like a very goofy career, I'm sure. Those of us who are very much into what we do, however, take ourselves and what we do very seriously. It has been very rewarding, interesting, and at times, very fun of course. It has also been at times pretty hard, complicated, and exhausting.

Living my life as a belly dancer has been tricky. I have been married and divorced twice, been on a financial roller coaster, and trying to get along and even be friends with other dancers can be rough. Trying to date as a single middle aged and looks-fading woman is just as rough. I spend more time grooming these days, i.e., deforesting the landscape of my body from stray whiskers and strategically placed grey hairs, buying copious amounts of concealer for the ever expanding dark circles under my eyes, and watching everything else begin to deflate, sag, thin, and dull. I used to have a great ass. Now my ass is somewhere between my knees. I stare at it when I am shimmying in front of the mirror as it vibrates and threatens to whack my arthritic knees out from under me. Not fun.

Now that I am single "again", dating is very, well, "odd". I am 43 years old and the courtship rituals of the day have completely changed. Some of my stories are about my experiences and relationships with others as a belly dancer, but a lot of my stories are also about my experiences and relationships with men. What I really need is an Internet dating web site for us old girls who are willing to exchange sexual services for opportunities to date plastic surgeons. Or funeral directors. I simply can't afford to die but if I do, it should be after my next Botox treatment.

Watching my parents grow older, and realizing the importance of family and the meaningfulness of being there for others, has become a big part of my life. I have no children of my own. I have three cats instead. I was always very proud about NOT being a breeder. I spend my time scooping cat poop and collecting tufts of shed fur instead. How noble is that? I am sure some of my stories will involve them, too.

I have decided to start blogging because, well, life has a way of making me an insomniac and if I watch any more Netflix I am going to become permanently adhered to my futon. My skin has become that thin.

Thank you for reading.

Warmly,
Sabrina



3 comments:

  1. Sabrina,
    You are an absolute Goddess, extremely beautiful from head to toe. You shine! You have helped so many women (and men) be comfortable in their own skin. You have no idea what you have actually done for the world;)...I could write about how amazing and beautiful you are for hours. Every single day of my life I wish I was closer to you so I could dance with you once a week. Unfortunately my schedule is crazy as well and has been for the past 3 years running around teaching trying to establish myself. I'm happy to say I am getting there but as we know we have to be ready at any time for things to change. Just look at the New England weather. Such is life-

    Since you have completely opened yourself up to the world here I will say what I wrote to you before. You need some energy healing done. It will make a big difference. It will move some stagnant stuff around and refresh you :)...Don't be afraid to ask the universe for whatever it is that you want. It is conspiring behind the scenes at all times to give it to you. What you are seeking is seeking you. Just ask and be open to receive. Again, note that what we want always changes ESPECIALLY when you are a Goddess (roar!) so what you want may change along the way and that is Okay! Just ask!

    I will send you an email with my other thoughts.

    Peace.love.namaste~

    Renee

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  2. "Looks fading"? Oh please you're more beautiful now then you've ever been!

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  3. First, I've seen that ass. If it's between your knees, then you're even more flexible than I thought. You ought to be advertising that on those singles pages.

    Second..."I simply can't afford to die but if I do, it should be after my next Botox treatment" needs a spew warning, as there is now water spewed all over my screen from ME CRACKING UP!

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