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𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩, 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘕𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭. 𝘞𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦.

Created through radical trust in the body, faith hole choreographs itself through the unconsidered movements that rip through the artist. Going relentlessly forward, always embracing its future iteration, dismissing nostalgic lingerings of “self”, yet exposing the splinters of personhood to the public. In this solo work, Nate Yaffe cultivates a non-transactional exchange between performer and audience, offering himself as an open orifice spilling fleshy histories with unguarded emotion and humour. By excavating muscle memories as artifacts from a history of conditioning through classical dance training, internalized hetero-masculine values, and restrained hyperactivity, Nate Yaffe strives to reveal the innately queer vocabulary that lives beneath.