Ballet deals with the most important issues in the world today, love pain, suffering, skin tight pants and well stretched groin muscles. It's about depth and texture and the sense of community that emerges from the struggle going on within all of us. Between man and machine, between the angel and the beast but mostly it is about my very, very tight pants.
Ballet cannot be expressed in baggy clothing, it is really important to see my form move through space in very tight pants and i once held up a production for 40 mins until they let me change pants but i was very temperamental and volatile.
I was probably the greatest thing to come from Soviet Union but they were always concerned that i would defect and i said no, i wouldn't do that and they tried to stop me doing a tour to Paris afraid that i wouldn't be coming back but i said i would absolutely 100% guaranteed come back but as soon as i got to Paris i applied for asylum.
The Soviet government considered me crucial to its ambitions to demonstrate its cultural supremacy over the West and as Soviet culture at that time revolved around potatoes and Alexi and his Balalaika Seven, it wasn't much of a stretch.
Leonid Brezhnev wasn't happy about my defection to the West but i wasn't about to be told what to do by a man who had more black, curly hair above his eyes than a whole 1978 copy of Playboy.
Something the West had which the Soviet Union never was a thriving gay scene and i mixed with the likes of Freddie Mercury, Andy Warhol, Gore Vidal, Jackie Kennedy Onassis, Mick Jagger and Liza Minnelli but something else that the West also had in the mid 80s was AIDS which i contracted and from which i died from a decade later.
I'm sorry, but this is one of the most degrading, debasing, horrific, unedifying, opportunistic things I have ever done in my life or death since that whole Muppet Show sketch thing with Miss Piggy. Rather then grumble i shall merely bid you Proshchay.
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