my body hurts.
but first-day-of-class-dance-my-ass-off pain feels so gooood.
ever had a day when words just don't suffice anymore?
i'm trying to turn it into exploration.
i'll keep you posted with the progress.
artists of any kind are often irreparably emotive and scarily analytical, i guess making it tangible is how we pay the bills.
so you can have some kind of idea who you're dealing with.
yours truly.
- vogue la reina.
- My name is Vogue, but my last name isn't actually La Reina. You can call me that though. I'm in school. I breathe dance. I'm awkward. As I aptly wrote once, I'm a 21, black, female, and "struggling to find my blogger identity as an American mono-and-a-half-lingual who loves pop culture and anthropology". So that explains the bad Spanish I constantly use, and also me trying to peddle you a DNA test. Oh, forget I said that.
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