01/09/2026
I speak for the club kid in me. 🪩🖤
For the club kids who are always holding it down on dark dance floor with no spotlights. The ones who hide in the corner to cry alone in front of the speakers, and for the ones who catch a train home at 3AM with no regrets because they were able to release the stagnant energy they had been carrying. 🚇🔊
Punking. Waacking. Whaacking. Whatever you choose to call it, just understand that this expression was birthed in the clubs. 🪩 It was born from struggle, liberation, nightlife, community, identity, and the stories carried within Black and Brown bodies. ✊🏾🤎
🧜🏽♀️How divine it was to feel Yemayá present in that space, with the iconic voice of NYC clubs, , in the background, as a reminder of our roots in this dance and the people who created these movements as a language when words weren’t always enough. 🌊✨
This especially includes all of the RESURGENCE GENERATION that brought this dance to where it is now. Every single one that played a tremendous influence in our scene when there were none traveling around the world to bring this info in to Europe and Asia. 🌎✈️ If you don’t know these chosen gifted souls, then take the time to do so and honor them. 🙏🏾
I thank the divine for giving me the strength to find the right words to honor our differences, while still recognizing what connects us. 🫂
This journey of traveling and dancing has also given me a deeper appreciation for the art of competition and what it means to sharpen my sword. ⚔️ Although my relationship with this dance was born in the clubs, I’ve come to understand and respect the discipline, focus, and preparation that competition demands.
The club taught me how to release. 🪩
Competition has taught me how to refine. ⚔️
And both have taught me how to listen to what my body is trying to say. 🫀
I don’t have to choose one over the other.
I can carry the club kid with me into every battle. 🪩
Because before I ever danced for a judge, I danced for freedom. 🖤
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