• Dance

    Being a sensitive person in the kizomba scene

    That moment on the dance floor when you see your old dance crush. Who you for a while also thought was your love. When you cannot really let go of the memories, and the fact that you used to dance for hours. And when you end up leaving the party without having danced, barely said hi. And you wonder, how can it be. These dramatic changes. From being so close and connected to seemingly strangers. You blame yourself for not being more pushy. For being all naive thinking he would search for you on the dance floor, when these days clearly he has a huge fan club. In those moments,…

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    Wanna dance? Let’s fuck then.

    We had a great connection and I felt safe in his arms as we danced and laughed and worked up a great flow. The dance lasted for almost 1,5 hours and I felt so alive and happy afterwards. The next day we had a similar dance for one hour, playing around, having fun. He challenged me but never made me feel bad when making small mistakes, on the contrary, we laughed together and just expressed ourselves to the music. And the next day the question comes. Or rather an expressed will: I want you. I say I wanna stay just friends. And after that we don’t dance anymore. This is…

  • Dance,  Inspiration

    The beauty of differences

    Just some short reflections on diversity at the workplace. At my new job we are a small team representing several cultures and countries. And the charm of diversity could be just the small things, right. Like last week when my 30 something year old hip trendy (non-Swedish) colleague had bought an Easter present for the people we used to share office with. A box of chocolate, but not any box of chocolate, but this one. When I saw it I was cracking up because I associate that brand so strongly with old people. That’s the box my grandfather would always buy for Christmas. I mean it’s nothing wrong with it,…

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    Choosing kizomba is choosing another world

    We all know how difficult it is to explain what the hell we are doing and why. And yes, I am talking about kizomba again, or any dance if you like, that you fall in love with. My previous post was an attempt to communicate some aspects of that special relationship and its consequences. For me, kizomba is certainly not always just easy and happy, however it is the thing that has brought most happiness into my life ever, so therefore this post will focus on some of the good things. This love that we develop for the dance and dance lifestyle is so great and powerful that it might take…

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    Kizz Me More Warsaw – it’s time!

    Tomorrow I’m off to Poland to end my holidays in the best way – dancing. Kizz Me More a new festival organised by  friends of mine and I hope it will be a really good one. The only thing bothering me is the realisation that I won’t get a decent night’s sleep before I start working again on Tuesday. The sleeping issue at festivals is something all we dancers experience. And it’s hard to get around. Especially when you’re like me – FOMO – this fear of missing out on a great dance or my favourite song makes me going on without sleep for many hours. So here is how festival…

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    En kizombie på Stureplan

    Efter skönt champagne(!)häng med grymma tjejer hemma hos en kompis igår så hakade jag på en av tjejerna till Stureplan. Ni som känner mig vet att jag sällan går ut på ”vanliga ställen”. Mina helger vigs ofta åt dansen och då i halvsunkiga dansskolelokaler där vi dansar kizomba non-stop och dricker vatten ur plastmuggar. Inte så glamoröst, men fantastiskt härligt. Hur som helst, ibland kan det vara kul att vidga sina vyer. Och vara ute bland vanligt folk, en kontrast till kizombabubblan. Och kontrast är det. Vi hoppar ur taxin och ansluter oss till nån slags VIP-kö som är mer som en stor rörig grupp av människor som står och…