Shanegeock: The moment before stepping into the spotlight always feels like the calm that precedes a storm. The veiled anticipation is palpable, a silent symphony of hushed voices and the low hum of suspense. There's a strange intimacy to it, a cauldron of held-in breaths shared among hundreds—almost voyeuristic in a way. They watch, voyeuristic entertainers, eagerly waiting to witness my journey from casual dude to ethereal creature aloft in the lights. Tonight, amid the gauzy curtains and twinkling beams, I am not just a 26-year-old Canadian bloke but an aerial spectacle of fantasies scaled in twisting silks and shimmering lust.
I've never been one for stage fright if anything, the prospect of it excites me, fuels me. Exhibitionism, then, is my oxygen, my lifeblood. There's a certain brand of exhilaration that comes with surrendering to the audience's gaze, like their stares fashion a cocoon that I can break free from, emerge transformed each time. Like the stories spun with free xxx videos—naked, raw, titillating—my performance too teeters on the edge of desire. It's the freedom to be seen, to be desired, to tease and taunt with every fluid twist and turn, a tantalizing dance that leaves spectators yearning for more.
There's a certain detachment as I begin to ascend, the world falling away beneath me. There's a hush of silence, then the music begins—an intricate symphony of light and sound. The ropes feel familiar under my fingertips, long-lost lovers entwining in the dance of the old flame. As I begin to move, each calculated swirl is a letter in the erotic poem that is my performance. My body becomes a canvas for the human experience, storytelling in its most raw and provocative form. Every gasp, every murmur from the crowd below is an affirmation. This strange coupling of exhibitionism and voyeurism—it's a beautiful, raw balance that transcends the regular performance art norms.
The spotlight has never felt invasive rather, it's a welcome trespasser, always knowing where to graze, where to accentuate, where to leave a tantalising trail for the eyes that hunger. It’s a blending of the private into the public, a secret revealed in a stage whisper. As I twist and spin in this dance of elevated seduction, the intensity reaches a crescendo – a symphony of satisfaction both for me, the performer, and my audience, the voyeurs.
As my performance nears its end and the symphony quiets down, there is a sense of fulfilment that washes over me. This dance in the air is more than just a performance; it's an experience for both the voyeur and the exhibitionist. The final bow is a promise, an invitation for yet another night of desire and passion. And as I descend, a soft smile plays on my lips. I wonder if they know – behind the allure and the mystique, I am just a 26-year-old bloke from Canada who loves to dance and soar among the stars. And I too, like them, look forward to the next time. For what could be more intoxicatin |