WQ & CQ are contrasting queens, but paradoxically, the same.
I'm totally in love with both roles and can't intellectualize either one of them as hard as I try.
Verse is the only way to describe them:
WQ's snake honey thaws the frozen ground
and brings the chalice of mother milk to your lips.
I love you. I love you.
Trust me. Trust me.
Transmute the poison.
Peace and goodwill.
CQ's silent screams the mother fuck song
and steals life for your vice.
Hurry up. Spit face.
Hold that pose for me.
Back wings crushed.
Enter with fear the gates.
This blog is designed to provide information about Moon Belly and MOON dance company happenings. At times, it becomes an open journal of our various theatrical explorations. At other times, it serves as a source of education on belly dance culture and history.