The human being has been colonized
Where movement once thrived
Purposeful and directionless
Now stagnation reigns
Selfish and insensitive
The human body has been enslaved
To unnatural patterns
And a false god
The pursuit of value does not resonate
Within the walls of our one true home Once we hunted for our knowledge
And gathered for our spirits
Now the hunt has been turned against
And all gathering gone away with
Tho never gone for good
But hidden deep within the fog
With no light to guide on no path to foot
A sound is made
A whisper is spoken
And the breath of truth is uttered
A foreign language by now
But soon fluency rises
And our language will be returned
Howdy, I’m called Hollywood Texas and I’m a Trans, Mojosexual, healer/bodyworker and this is my movement practice, Mojo Flow. As a student of my ancestors - The First Gender, I believe there is only one thing to learn about in life and that is yourself, the body of your being. Mojo is the force that flows through every living body and it does not start or stop; it is like water, it flows. Mojo Flow is the restoration of our connection to happiness, to authenticity. This is the decolonization of the human being.
🌹The human being (your body) has been colonized by linearity (much like the binary). Although the human body itself is capable of what appears to be linear movement: forward and backward, up and down, left and right etc., the concept of straight lines and linear progression is an unnatural concept, it is the colonizers path and pursuit, the white man’s language. The indigenous body - The Human Being, is Queer and only truly moves non-linearly, or spherically. Anatomically, we are designed for movement, it is our indigenous language, and our actions speak volumes louder than our words. Though movement is increasingly being removed from our being, it is the foundation of our essence of expression - think sport, dance, strength, flexibility, balance, agility, stamina and speed but also is essential to happiness as movement is change; and though change may be uncomfortable, painful at times, it is necessary, it is natural and is your right.
🌹Gyms/studios can be wonderful spaces (though not usually inviting to queer or alternatively sized and alt. abled folks) and within the realm of “fitness” one is certainly able to learn how to find authenticity and express themselves therein, but machines show you how to use machines not bodies. Lifting weights may show you some of your strength but do not necessarily build your ability to relate well with what is heavy in your heart. This is what movement is for, here we honor process, not goals or desired results.
🌹Tuesday’s at noon - We will congregate at the East stairs of Buena Vista Park on the corner Haight street and we will be moving for about an hour. This is not a workout but it will make you warm and possibly perspire so active wear and a bottle of water is encouraged, though the less to hold = more freedom to move. Cash donations / trade of goods or services are accepted for this offering but there is no fee and no capitalism involved. All bodies of all shapes, sizes, ages and abilities are welcome and encouraged to join in on exposing their skin to the elements, especially the glutes (I will be wearing a thong and hope you can too).
There is no race
There is no homeland
No ethnicity or nationality
There is no such thing as a country
There is no patriotism
No outer space
There is no sex, no gender
There is no politics
No young, no old
There is no freedom or oppression
There is no peace
No fairness, no equality
There is no sickness, no health
There is no parent nor child
There is no name for what the human being can do
Because there is no limit to what the human being can do
The human body is the only thing that truly exists
Everything else is simply a perception or an extension of the spine
Pain is liberal
Sacrifice is progressive
Movement is radical
Fear is revolutionary
My gender is my love:
My gender is my bones
My teeth and my tail
My gender is my home:
My gender is my skin
My hair, and my nails
My gender is my song:
My gender is my walk
My talk and my tears
My gender is not just my body:
My gender is my ability to use my body
And to use my body is my purpose
A soldier fights in someone else's army
Armies are used for control
A warrior fights as an army for the self
Selves are used for freedom
Babes, Dames, Dolls, Dandies, Fags, Femmes and Fairies of all bodies, flowers & fenders:
Makeup is not for women to wear
Nor is it worn for the eyes of men
Like all warriors have done before us
Paint is worn only for the arousal of gods
And all that which is done for the Devine
Can be dangerous stuff
Lipstick is real big magic
An ancient power that works in small roses
Whatever the conjure
Weather for lover or for cover
Paintin yer face provokes another
And if true beauty is made of pain
(Trust, it certainly is)
Then the painted must be protected
...Do you know how to use yer thorns?
One day when I was just only a boy
A giant eagle I was fixed on above
Swooped down from the sky
And ripped me off this earth
It's talons dug deep into my back and shoulders as it screeched its soaring call Though now bleeding
I did not mind the stinging
For I was more fraid of the height
And distance we were gaining from the earth
So much so that I welcomed its piercing grip
And when I could finally ask
As to whereabout it was they takin me
Is when they answered with the release of its clutches
And as I fell through the clouds
This is the place
Now fly child
Shoulders and back still badly bruised
Made flapping my arms
Fer the snake of all that's long gone dead done gone or forgotten how to and been put in back of
They can now slither about accurately with what that was underneath em is now each a very special little vertebrae to be moved in order to move another of
Everyday they go to work. Don't always know what it is I'll be workin on necessarily, just know that the works gotta be done. After been doin this work in a place called a gym, for a good decade without any knowledge other than necessity, they have so humbly come to a great reward of this daily work.
The Ancestral Language of Aesthetics
Devine Design of Movement and the Art of Raising the Dead
If everything ya ever lookin for
Is inside of where ya never been b4
And where ya ain't never stepped foot yet
Is probably where ya ben warned not to tread then
Naturally this is footin ya avoid but
AKA THE RHYTHM
of the Great Ancestors of the Last Mojosexual
Called Hollywood Texas
...AND SENSEI SAYD TO THEY:
"Gotten all I ever got and gave up
From beatin the drum
Like it or not
Drum knows best
Made all I make
From beatin drums too
Lookin ahead can see behind
With the beat of the drum
Seen all that there is too much to see
Through the waves the drum makes
They is the drum
God is THE drum
So are dreams
And pain is a kinky little mother
Of a tiny queer, two sided drum called love
A Human Being does drumming
Because the drums must be beaten
There is MOJO because of the drum
Naycher because of the drum
He She We beats the drum
Or they ARE NOT being
So if ya aint got no hope?
Beat the drum
Ain't got no lover?
Just beat the drum
Ain't got no cope?
Beat the drum baby
Ain't got no mother?
Just beat the drum hun
No friend no foe?
Huh... beat drum!
No day no better than yester?
Better beat that drum friend
Ain't got no fun to have to hold?
Best to just beat the drum
Can't find a way in?
Beatin any drum will do
No way out?
Yes beat the drum
All is lost?
Never stop beatin the drum
Don't know what?
Don't know how?
Don't know a damn thing!
Just beat the drum