{"id":5053,"date":"2019-01-13T10:35:09","date_gmt":"2019-01-13T10:35:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/yumstudio.com.au\/?p=5053"},"modified":"2020-08-08T06:39:08","modified_gmt":"2020-08-08T06:39:08","slug":"wildfire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wildfire\/","title":{"rendered":"Wildfire."},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n
I love the idea of wildfire. Intentional wildfire that reduces undergrowth and prepares the place for risks of fire season. I conduct an inner wildfire when I feel things getting on top of me.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
My first wildfire was completely over whelming. I was nervous. Got caught in the middle of it. Needed help from strangers. Had no idea how to accomplish it. Only saw its value in the aftermath.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
I had tried various methods to reset. To shake myself out of the ruts, stories and patterns I’ve held about myself so long I barely recognise them. To snap the insidious ‘lady leash’, that part of me that acquiesces, worries about what other people think, and is disconnected from her power source.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Turns out the wildfire that works for me is exposure. Literally.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
I’ve danced naked on stage for Trilogy<\/a>, feminist theatre by Nic Green<\/a>. I’ve been ‘stage kitty’ for a private burlesque show with Miss Nellie Minnelli<\/a>. I’ve been photographed for a Spencer Tunick<\/a> mass nude.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n Now I conduct wildfire at every opportunity. Wildfire that acknowledges my experience and warms up my naughtiness. I put myself fully in the public glare. I dare myself. A wildfire that pumps my heart so hard I can’t hear anything else. <\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n A fire that sears the hurt of my younger self that never suspected a woman’s wildfire has such power.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n I haven’t shown my body much to anyone after the time I was about thirteen. Don’t wear singlets in public. Hate bathers. Even have short sleeve boleros for halter necks.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n