In the wee hours, when the streets of Jozi are quiet and only the echoes of the day's hustle resonate, my mind often retreats to the most intriguing sections of my life. To truly capture their essence, I find myself in a pre-dawn hush, allowing my soul to restlessly start scrolling through the Vernissage of my existence as a burlesque performer.
I remember when I first encountered Tantra, I was forty-one, and unlike most men in the middle-age spectrum who grapple with midlife crises, I found myself wrestling with the mystery of this ancient art. The transcript of our human connection translated through the energy of our bodies. The stillness, the silence, and suddenly, the explosive exchange of intimacy beyond the realm of physicality.
My first interaction with Tantra was far from being a casual encounter. It was essential for my journey. My mentor was a woman named Sari - petite, piercing eyes, and an aura that could make even the most guarded soul bare their vulnerabilities. Her guidance led me across the universe of my fears, insecurities, and eventually, to an oasis of self-assuredness and confidence.
Burlesque has always been a world of colour, flamboyance, and freedom. But as a male performer in a predominantly female industry, finding a unique voice seemed almost impossible. In a world where the monopoly of femininity ruled, there I was - a man, lost in the jungle of sequins and feather boas, trying to carve out a niche for myself.
That’s where Tantra helped me. Through Sari, I embraced the siren call of my self-worth, shattering the shackles of my hesitation and doubts. Every movement, every ripple of my muscles, each sultry gaze cascading into the audience became an expression of my newfound confidence. There was a raw power in the silent conversations I had with myself onstage, a power that drew people into my world, my show. I learnt to converse with the audience, not just using my body, but my soul, my energy.
Burlesque and Tantra, two worlds that seem realms apart, yet are unpredictably harmonized in my existence. My journey has been an intimate dance with my vulnerabilities and epochs of self-discovery, where I learned to harness every aspect of my being. The Tantra gave me the voice I needed in a world where I felt voiceless. It reminded me that the greatest act of rebellion is to strife in confidence, that the most seductive dance is the one performed with unabashed self-assuredness, and that, my dear, is a performance for the ages. |
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