a tutu adventure every ten days.
or more often if I have the time.
Sounds pretty good.
Idle hands are the devil’s…something or other.
I have many wants, many wishes, many goals to complete in this lifetime: however short or long it may be, by god I am going to have a good fucking time while I am here. And hopefully leave some sort of mark.
Project 6 is the Tutu Project (I have written about 45 Projects, and am slowly but surely making my way through them).
What is it?
It is to wear a tutu, attract attention of as many onlookers as possible (be they wide or small or thin or tall), and dance.
I like to dance, and for too long I have been ashamed of it.
Now I go forth to dance in front of anything and anyone who will watch, because one should not care what others think, or let it stop them from doing what they love to do.
Note, though, that I really, really don’t enjoy wearing a tutu.
But this is more important than personal discomfort: this is making a statement.
This is taking a stand.
This is saying something and meaning it.
This is fucking dancing in tutus, bitch.