#Atlanta dancers

[ladyypapa]

🚨🚨GET ON YO SHIT!‼️‼️ NO MORE saying, we

D O I N G this year!🗣️What All Are We Doing Saturday!?💃 In JUST 2 Days, at our trend-setting Heels & Chair/Partner Dance Class @iamsexyfitdanceandfitness at 1pm SATURDAY, we are DANCING TO an artist WITH an artist! @jaemazor 🎊💯🍸, SIPPING, NETWORKING and MAKING CONTENT! Most importantly we are bringing in 2024‼️‼️‼️❣️

We have to make sure everyone has space so there is a capacity for this class! Please use the event brite link in my bio to register ! Bring you Man/Woman, just a friend, your crush … or borrow one! (We will have plenty ! 😂)

I personally have major and life changing expectations for 2024 so when I say I am celebrating everyday I do mean that! But this event is to allow anyone who wants the same powerful year to join US in celebration!

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#2024 #manifesting #heelsclass #lapdance #chairdance #heelschoreo #newyearcelebration #partytime #atlnights #datenight #partnerdance #stonecrestga #stonecrest #atl #atlanta #atlantadanceclass #atlantaheelsclass #atlantaheels #atlantadancers #atldancers #danceclassnearme #danceclass #jaemazzor #ladyypapa #artistdevelopment #thingstodoinatlanta #atlantanightlife

[honeyknome]

[backscale-pivot-queen]

Spanish Rg group members Tania Lamarca and Esthela Gimenez 🇪🇸

Olympic training in Madrid 1996

[bodyalive]

Rest easy into the ground of everything, Steve Paxton. You moved me in a different direction. For ever.

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" I want one word on my tombstone - dancer."

STEVE PAXTON :: 1939 - 2024

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"You've been swimming in gravity since the day you were born. Every cell knows where down is. Easily forgotten. Your mass and the earth's mass calling to each other."

[From Steve's book "Gravity"]

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“If people ask me how to Contact Improvise, I simply say, “Start small” or, “Start small for a long time.”

After fifty years of all this, I realize I should have said,

“Go beyond small to the place where no message is being given. Start there. Let small be the first of the pleasures to come.” Accept the first perturbation of that emptiness as the focus of the next moments. It is not a dance about you, or your partner. It is a dance about its movement.

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Jan. 1, 2022

“I was trying to understand what makes integrity in movement,”

Steve Paxton, June 2004 on Dance Magazine.

(Connie Dyer)

[sostullo]

KOD dancers shot by @/tdotshotthat1 (instagram)

[bodyalive]

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The more we can rest in our vast, broken-open heart without flinching—and the more we can cherish the body we have no matter how limp or exhausted or disfigured—the more equipped we are to inhabit with courage the life with which we’ve been entrusted.

Teri Dillon, “Making Our Own Jewels”

Isadora (1966) | dir. Ken Russell

[mintygal411]

So I Went to the XG Concert..

AND IT WAS BOMB. Once I found out that XG would be touring in America, I knew we had to be there. We as in my sisters and I. Unfortunately, where we are located the venues nearby don’t host many overseas artists. Thus requiring us to have to make the necessary travel arrangements. (I get it but like.. it gets annoying and expensive.) We decided on the Atlanta show considering we loved our Monsta…

[shocphoto]

Be prepared to be sick of meeee honey because we OUTSIDE literally ! So You are going to get these fifty11 post about my photography being on the streets of ATLANTA featured in the Southeast’s Largest Outdoor Art Gallery! On these banners you get a taste of the dance community here. Yes Atlanta is a DANCE city! Get with it!

Now I’m thinking should we do a SCAVENGER HUNT and do a poster or bag giveaway ?🤔. Tag me when you locate me in these Streetz.

Shout out to my dancers featured in the work: @iamsakinahfatima , @deefun2 , and @niyyasmith

Interested in purchasing a print, hit me up!

Wanna check out more images of BODYTALK exhibition ? Check it out along the walls of the Assemble Gallery inside of the Fulton County Governoment Center before the exhibition comes down next week !

[larcher0001]

Hey, y'all, if you could vote for my sister so she can compete at the music contest, that'd be great. It's her dream to be a performer, and if we could be a step towards that, it would be monumental.

[bodyalive]

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“To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful.. This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking” ― Agnes De Mille

[bodyalive]

Natalie Wood in dance rehearsal, WEST SIDE STORY film, 1961.

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"The body is an instrument, and unlike the mind is blessed with a permanent limitation. Thoughts can soar and emotions can roar, but the feet are subject to laws that keep them on the ground. The body lives in the present, doing only one thing at a time. It is a faithful companion in the search for presence when it is given more attention and respect, when one tries to listen to its messages, even though they are expressed in a language foreign to the mind."

--Patty de Llosa, "Befriending the Body," PARABOLA, VOLUME 29, NO. 4, WINTER 2004: FRIENDSHIP. [parabolamagazine]

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🎶🍑#ArtIsAWeapon Okay Party People: The lineup for this year's @atlwkndr is out now, and VIP Tent packages for @hitpatlanta go on sale tomorrow, Aug. 24 at 9:00 AM ET.

▪︎ATLANTA WEEKENDER SCHEDULE, DETAILS, TICKETS AND PASSES - go to www.atlwkndr.com .

▪︎HITP VIP TENTS - follow @hitpatlanta and turn on notifications to stay up-to-date.

I'll see y'all in the A Labor Day Weekend!

#MusicLovers #MusicMadeUsFamily #TraScapades #Dancers #WillTravelForMusic

@atlwkndr ATLWKNDR 2023 LINEUP!

TICKET LINK IN BIO!

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Reposted from @hitpatlanta Friends of House in the Park:

We apologize for the technical difficulties experienced this morning.

With the over whelming demand for our premium tent area, we are working diligently to secure every bit of space to accommodate as many requests as possible.

Thanks for your patience. The last remaining premium tents will go on sale Thursday 8/24/2023 at 9:00am EST. Please make sure to follow our social media channels and turn on notifications to get the latest info on House in the Park.

We look forward to seeing you Labor Day weekend.

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[bodyalive]

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“Our bodies are at once the receiving and transmitting stations for life itself. It is the highest wisdom to recognize this fact and train our bodies to render them sensitive and responsive to nature, art, and religion." 

Ruth St. Denis (January 20, 1879 – July 21, 1968) (via parabola-magazine) [via "alive on all channels”]

'michael clark dances in body map, shot by richard haughton' in the fashion book - phaidon (2020)

[ndtcjamaica]

Atlanta, we're coming to the Atlanta Symphony Hall June / 24-25, 2023. Reserve your tickets early.

[theblacklewinsky]

Note: this masterpiece being on repeat made me like this 😵‍💫

HOUSTON'S BEST. | Aaron Pierre

Terry Richmond x Black! Female Stripper Reader.

Warnings: MDNI!! this story is 18+ with depictions but not limited to; sexual content ( oral sex, (male receiving) penetrat!on (unprotected p in v, don't do that!), breath play, water sports, slapping/hitting, degradation), extreme language (cursing, use of b-word and others.) slight daddy kink if you squint. Not proofread.

Summary: in which Terry meets an exotic dancer during his deployment and recounts their heated sexual relationship.

you used to strip out of east Atlanta,

probably where you learned all your talents.

He never knew her real name, or anything that was actually concrete to her, but he did know how his hazel eyes stayed trained on the exotic dancer in front of him the first time he saw her, the strobe lights made it a bit impossible to focus in on her face—as well as her many tricks and whirls around the pole. But her silhouette was perfect, and with a body as perfect as hers he was sure her face had to be a perfect match.

That wasn't his usual scene though, he'd been nearly forced there with his homeboys. Due to his recent breakup at the time, and a dreary deployment, his friends swore he needed a night of fun. And obviously their idea of a night of fun, was six deep in an east Atlanta strip club. He didn't usually spend his pastimes in Atlanta strip clubs, blowing his last dollars on a half-dressed woman, but if every stripper was enchanting as this one, he understood.

They introduced her as Houston, something he only understood when he found himself at her apartment. Only a few blocks away, from the club she worked at four nights a week, the other three days were supposedly spent in trade school where she was training to be a dental hygienist.

Not to mention, her face definitely did match her body.

Terry was unsure of how he made it to her quaint apartment the first time. He remembered how she sauntered over to the bar sometime after her set, she sported an oversized jogging suit, her low, brown eyes seemed to stare right through him, her smile was sinful. Everything about her screamed, trouble.

Anyway, even with a couple of shots flowing through him he was sober enough to hear the country edge to her voice—soft, elongated vowels, with that slight drawl that captivated him with each word. For a man who'd been deployed in and out of the states, he knew a Houston accent from anywhere, he'd spent four years there after all. That's where her stage name came from.

She'd never volunteered her real name, and always seemed hesitant when he asked about it. Obviously there was things she was keeping secret from this arrangement, and even three months deep into this said arrangement, she was still just Houston.

Terry never knew how they advanced to sex so quickly, the first time. Maybe it was the amount of alcohol in his system that night, maybe it was how naturally bold Houston was. Maybe it was because she kept casually sitting on his lap, complimenting him. Looking at him with those low, seductive eyes.

But it wasn't the first time anymore. Or the second. Or the third, and that was because Houston kept him coming back. She was a needed stress reliever. She knew what she was doing.

Houston knew exactly what she was doing though. And she was best at the shit too. The art of seduction through her dance—had nothing on her art of seduction in the bedroom. She would stare at him through her long lashes and low eyes, when she had him halfway back in the back of her throat. Coughing, gagging, eyes watery and red, but she still managed to hold that mockingly innocent gaze with him. Her hands nuzzled in the thin material of the strip lingerie she wore for him, vigorously rubbing away at her hard clit. Pleasing him, pleased her—and all that shit pleased him.

"Fuuuuckkk," he'd grunt, his eyes threatening to flutter closed as she fucked her own throat on his dick, almost like she was eager to taste all of him, her tongue swiping the underside of his dick as she eagerly took all of him. Her almost violent gagging and choking seemed to not deter her in the slightest, and it definitely hadn't deterred him either. Both his hands cradling the back of her head as he fucked himself into her throat, his own brows furrowed, lips parted as his grunts and groans seemed to follow one after another, eyes boring into hers. The feeling of the tightness of her throat, around him was unmatched. The way she did this shit like she had no regard for him was unmatched. Breathing clearly didn't matter to Houston. The hardwood flooring underneath them had collected a puddle of the saliva that seemed to pool out of her mouth and off of him, in the process.

"Fuckkk, imma nut! Imma nut, bae—jus' like that!" He rushed out, breathless and slurred. His hips stilling, but she never stopped taking him in, fucking her own throat once again, she looked up at him. His own eyes, slowly falling closed as she kept up her volatile movements.

"Mhm," she hummed on his dick, her blurred vision taking him in earnestly, her own fingers slipping inside her hole once again as she watched his facial expressions hungrily, as she brung him over the edge. The loud, groans queuing her to his orgasm, she pulled back from him with a loud pop. A growing smile on her lips as she stroked him off over her face, the warm ropes of cum painting her face just as she liked. What a messy girl she was, indeed.

She was the best at that shit.

But then again, she was the best at everything. She was definitely the best at doggystyle. Her face pressed into the cushioning of her sofa, his fingers squeezing and kneading the meaty flesh of her hips as she sat on her knees, ass perfectly arched up for him. Tip pressing against the spongy spot that caused the slight trembling in her thighs, and those deep gasping breaths to leave her mouth. Her hands flying up to the arm of the couch to gain leverage to slam back against him, her ass ricocheting off his pelvis with loud plaps. He'd run his thumb over the small butterfly tattoo etched into the skin right on the top of her ass.

"Don't run," he'd coach firmly, his voice stern hands growing tighter around her waist, his knees following hers, a harsh slap to her ass following his words, "don't fuckin' run. I can't get in that shit?" He'd ask over her whimpers.

"Yesssss," she'd slut out loudly, his stern voice and harsh slaps always put her back into motion, taking it like he knew she could.

"Right there, right there, right there!" She'd urgently call out, voice shaky and strained. "Right there, baby! I'm bout to cum, daddy!" Her whimpered voice muffled by Terry pushing her face down into the cushions, his focus solely on hitting against the spot, she repeatedly referred to.

"Where it's at?" He'd mutter, the lingerie of her little strip tease outfit now bunched around her waist, in his grasp as he used it as more leverage to thrust into her. "Where it's at, baby?" He'd ask again when he received no proper response from her, just her inaudible babbling and squealing moans.

"It's right there, daddy!"

"Give it to me then," he coolly replied hand roughly slapping at against her reddening brown skin, "give that shit to daddy, paint my dick. Lemme see it," he'd coax her orgasm right out of her, with her erratic breathing and faltering limbs.

Houston was also the best at missionary. And she didn't even have to do anything in this position, she just always looked so pretty and dazed. Mouth agape, eyes soft and low, darting back and forth between Terry's gaze, and his dick slipping in and out of her slick pussy. Her loud guttural moans would follow behind Terry's soft groans, his hands placed steadily on the back on her thighs, his knees allowing him to steadily drop dick in her. Her walls squeezing around him tighter and breathing hindering, every time he went just a little too deep.

She always looked too good in this position. His hands clamped tightly around her neck, he'd watch the color in her face tint to red. "You wanna breathe don't you? Yeah? Squirt on my dick then, show me how bad you wanna breathe. Show me that shit." He'd taunt, his dick roughly plowing into her, he'd watch with complete adoration as her eyes rolled back, her chest heaving, no sound leaving her lips but he strained breathing as he neared her orgasm. No sound would alert him, just her juices spurting out of her wildly, drenching her lower tummy and thighs, as well as his.

Or maybe she was the best at riding. Balancing her weight on the tips of her toes, her hands fisting the top of the couch on either side of him, strings of sticky arousal from her pussy connected the two, as she milked him up and down with loud sticky plaps. His thumbs and pointer fingers tweaking with her pierced, sensitive mounds. Pulling and pinching at her nipples as he muttered, lewd phrases and exploitative words against the flesh of her neck.

"You gon nut?" He'd ask her at the same time. Watching her nod eagerly over a series of moans. He'd slap against her cheek firmly, not quite satisfied with her non-verbal response. "You gon nut?" He'd ask again.

"Yesss!" She'd cry out, nodding vigorously, big brown eyes brimming with tears, the tightness in her belly threatening to burst open.

"Nah you ain't," he'd reply, eyes staring into hers so casually as if he wasn't having her plow herself onto his dick for his pleasure, "you been cummin' all night. It's my turn."

"Look at you fuckin' yourself on my dick," he tsk'd, his hand coming up once again to firmly slap against her cheek, "you ain't gon tell nobody about this right? Bout how you bein' such a lil easy bitch on my dick, makin' a mess. You ain't gon tell nobody?"

"No, daddy!" She'd stammer out through hindered breaths and broken moans. Her eyes slowly falling open as she continue to fuck herself on his dick, he was making her edge herself, and the shit felt torturous.

"Jus' like that, baby," he'd praise, hands dropping to knead both her ass cheeks as she rode him, "make me nut. Make me nut in this pussy." Hand leaving a series of hard echoing snacks there, until he came deep inside her.

Houston knew exactly what she was doing.

Hope you enjoyed, Houston! <3

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