by Luna

by Luna

Luna

Luna

Blog Intro

Hello, I'm Luna, and I'd like to welcome you to "Kisses from Kairo,"* my blog about living and working as an American belly dancer in Cairo.

Life in Cairo isn't easy for dancers, foreigners, women, or even Egyptians. It is, however, always thrilling. This was what inspired me to share my exquisitely unique experiences with the world. From dancing at the most prestigious venues to almost being deported, not a day had passed without something unexpected or magical happening. You will thus find these pages filled with bits of my history in Cairo (2008 - 2018) —my experiences, successes, mistakes, and observations.

You will also find my thoughts on different aspects of Egyptian culture and political developments, as well as my personal struggles living through the revolution.

I should note that I have a love/hate relationship with Egypt. Any criticisms about the country were made with the utmost love, respect, and honesty. As this country had become my home, I wanted to avoid romanticizing and apologizing for its myriad social maladies, as most foreigners have done; I always found that approach misguided, patronizing, and insulting.

I hope you find this blog insightful and entertaining, and that we can make this as interactive as possible. That means I'd love to hear from you. Send me your comments, questions, complaints, suggestions, pics, doctoral dissertations, money, etc., and I will get back to you. Promise. :)~



My Videos

Saturday, March 31, 2012

The Audiences of Cairo

Audiences

One of the perks of being a contracted dancer in Cairo is that you get to perform quite regularly.  Some of us work a few nights a week. Others work multiple times a day, depending on the venue, the popularity of the dancer, and these days, whether there is enough business. What could be better than doing what you love every single day. It seems like the ideal work situation. And it is. Except I wasn’t too sure of that when I first got contracted. Here’s why.

Anytime you turn your artistic passion into a job, you run the risk of losing the passion. This is because a job entails obligation, routinization, and money, whereas art is antithetical to all of that. Art is a gift from God. It is not something we can always produce on command. Hence, we often hear the word inspiration associated with art. Artists seek and wait for inspiration, and when it comes, we become impassioned and produce our best work. Since inspiration can neither be forced nor rushed, it almost seems ridiculous to turn art into a living the way we would law, medicine, or dry cleaning. And yet, somehow, after a year of performing every single night, I have not lost an ounce of passion for the dance. Rather, what I have noticed is that my enthusiasm for the dance has increased, and is highly dependent on the enthusiasm of the audience.  

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

On Being Egyptian

I’m not Egyptian and I don’t pretend to be, but I would be lying if I said I haven’t picked up a few Egyptian habits. Being Egyptian is contagious. Particularly when you live here for a while and speak the language fluently. That’s all quite normal, I guess. But it is interesting in light of the fact that I grew up in a country where it is common for foreigners to resist assimilation. So, when I observe the ways in which my thoughts, mannerisms, and even speech have transformed, I cannot help but be chuckle at how much I have unintentionally assimilated into Egyptian culture.  

For example. I have gotten into the very Egyptian habit of staring at beautiful women. No, I don’t lean that way, and I definitely don’t harass them. But like most Egyptians, I cannot help but marvel at beautiful people. Which is pretty hypocritical of me considering how much I hate it when people stare at me, even if it’s because they find me cute. Staring is rude and is an invasion of personal space. Besides, I learned not to do when I was in Kindergarten.