At first blush, it might appear rather brash and insensitive to consider childhood trauma and sexual abuse in the same context as dance, especially tango with its overtures of the sensual and erotic; this seemingly trivializes the pain and travesty of the one and degrades and sullies the other.
Such is the mystique of Tango, a dance that plumbs the depths of depravity and exposes something of elegance and beauty. Born in the brothels and bordellos of Buenos Aires and crafted on the blood soaked floors of slaughter houses, it embodies the human spirit’s indomitable thirst for music and movement and romance. Tango is a metaphor for the intertwining of the tragic and beautiful, the earthy and the ethereal.
It was this bloodied image of redemption and transformation that convinced me that I would find healing of inner wounds through confronting and enacting those very dynamics on the dance floor.
Such is the mystique of Tango, a dance that plumbs the depths of depravity and exposes something of elegance and beauty. Born in the brothels and bordellos of Buenos Aires and crafted on the blood soaked floors of slaughter houses, it embodies the human spirit’s indomitable thirst for music and movement and romance. Tango is a metaphor for the intertwining of the tragic and beautiful, the earthy and the ethereal.
It was this bloodied image of redemption and transformation that convinced me that I would find healing of inner wounds through confronting and enacting those very dynamics on the dance floor.
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