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“A reflection on posting dance videos on soxial media”
– written by Ted Rogers published on Facebook

I have been laying low from social media for the past year or so. Perhaps to recoup and heal, perhaps because life is challenging at the moment, and definitely to attempt to be present in the tangible world more.

At 27 it is difficult to balance what we are experiencing as a generation. A split between the physical and digital worlds. The strong influence of stats, advertising and propaganda. The necessity for financial success due to the heavy haul of capitalism. Social capitol included.

Is this just normal? Our these humanities new values? How much can we fight or realistically change. Am I losing my faith that I can change the world or am I just approaching 30 and need to chill out for a minute?

I no longer spend every weekend dancing on a bar, I no longer relate to the term radical, I have no septum piercing and I own a flat. Should I just sit down, shut up and be grateful?

I’m not dead yet, I have a partner who loves me and I have respect from my peers.

But I am struggling to find peace. Yet I have found it before. So what is up If anything?

I think we have so many problems that I am not sure how to express, and I so often find dance an inadequate form to express myself in. It is too abstract, it’s just another odd shape or topless male waving about in my feed, yet I am all of these things and I express myself in this way.

Our industry is terrible. Terrible pay, terrible boundaries, and a lot of pushing, pushing, pushing to our limits and beyond. Injury, trauma, breathlessness, hunger and again again 5,6,7,8. And still we are the silent partner in any performance. Of course we accept this from the off because we are young and we want to achieve our goals. And I have reached so many. But this is unsustainable and of no wonder we self fulfill the prophecy of a short career in dance. It doesn’t have to be this way. And we don’t have to abuse the energy of youth just to put somethng out.

Our casting is racist and mysogynistic, homophobic, femmephobic, queerphobic. And if it does include us it is so often because we are “hot right now”; a trend, so bold, so interesting and exciting. Not because of my brain or talent, but because of androgyny or a new haircut. Yes my body is political. But do I only equate to likes?

Yet I still believe in dance, and in movement and expression. I still do it. I have danced for 24 years. I have even opted out in some cases and “NO!” can be the healthiest word in the Multiverse.

Yet I still find myself with a desire to dance. A spark plug waiting for fuel. Perhaps the ferrari will come out in a few weeks and whizz past the peugots and saabs that have been trundling along this whole time. I have been in and out of this garage for so long. And mostly burning rubber.

Did the office workers get it right. Is the system more sustainable.

But then it is not. Our world is burning. No news is honest. Trust has been obliterated and shiny shiny is everywhere. We should all have an endorsement and 5 million views on our #bottlecapchallenge. How unrealistic. How inadequate do I feel. And yet I look out the window of my gorgeous home with my caring neighbours in a quiet street of a town I CHOSE to live in. My own choice. My own accord. And I can still feel like I’m drowning, useless and old.

I feel like a scab, I’m healing, but I’m constantly healing. And it’s exhausting. I would like to get further than this. At least my hair is growing.

I’m finally reflecting again. Something we rarely have the opportunity to do. Inundated with notifications and distraction. Compelled to post and watch and follow and like. Never a moment of boredom unfilled with the feed.

But is your feed feeding you?! I am still hungry and dissatisfied. So I turn to myself. I try to steer the hull of this titanic towards the light and adventure of open seas. A boat that constantly drives to maul itself on the rocks. One sleeping moment and the pink lens of the blue screen will have me screaming towards the shoreline.

Like I said, it’s exhausting.

But I hope this reflection will help. Help me snot my baggage into this data pile.

And maybe some other screen stuck digi-victim will find the power to pull themselves from this false tat.

Maybe even send a text, or pick up the phone and call a bitch. Or be a nan and send a letter?!!!!

So baby take my data you can have it!

Here’s a mirror with some scrawl on it.





Used to have a happy face
Now I’m jussa slappy face
Sloppy pace a Dobby waste
Lolloping in Blobby base

You’re a monkey with a string
Push a button watch it sing
Kick its feet and watch it lean
Sometimes you’re just really mean

Can’t you let a midget dance
Unicorn a magic prance
Put a puddle in its stance
Watch it screw up every chance

Why can’t you jus let it thrive
Why you gotta stop its stride
Why you gotta kill its pride
Jesus jus let me alive!



Murder Porn
Murder Porn
You all got your murder porn
Get another baby born
Then you watch your murder porn

Read the News
Read the News
Eat a bruise
Read the News

Murder porn
Murder porn
Eating up the murder porn

Ask a human
Ask a human
Why is it so wrong to ask?

Take a snap
Take a snap
Better that than actual act

Nothing’s real
Stuck in bed
Shut the door

All this juice
You can’t feel
Suckin’ on an orange peel!


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Peter suckin’ on a stick
Ain’t much flavour in the (pic)k
Gum’s-a-bleeding feed him quick
I can feel the feelings thick
Lungs got gusto
You’re just bisto
Mysto Fisto
Run out of Crisco
I thought so darling
You’re not charming
You’re all farming
Self harm dates
Fruitless juice press
Plates for smashing
Think that greeks dashing?
Crash your after party
With a tube of smarties
Mr sharty loosey gut
Thought you were the devil but
I still went there
I still rent
Cher’s pasta salad
Coming at ya’
Smack ya botty
Scotty said
Fuck a socket in your head
Any hole is any goal
But inside you’re DEAD!

Written by Ted Rogers “Artpornblog”.


*All written material Copyright to Ted Rogers “Artpornblog”. Please Contact for publishing permissions.





Sugar fluff this guffer ville

Villain fillin subtle will

Will left it

Or right it?

Will it light a morning fight it?

All this darkness in the night

Alright dear but I don’t bite

And if I do

I’ll chew a shoe

Throw a ticket down the loo

Jussa stabbin’ in the street

I can feel your murky feet

On my back hair

Scraping that there off my foot

Endless soot

This is where I put

My greedy chin

A seedy bin

For Satans sisters settlin’ in

She’s tucked up

She’s comfy

She met Humphrey at Soho House

Now she thinks she’s famous grouse

Puffin belly

Puffin chest

Velvet blazer PR skets

Wet pets

And diddly didduns

I’m skiddin

I’m did in

A flid in his kids tin

Can’t you feel this city’s villain?!

Written by Ted Rogers “Artpornblog”


*All material is copyright to Ted Rogers “Artpornblog”. Please contact via email for publishing and usage.


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Coffee cunt deceiver
Roof garden weeder
I like architecture
Really do I fuck
I just know
That i’ll getta betta suck
If I put it on my profile
Dingodile Crash Bandicoot
Middle sass dope smoker
Tooting on a man root
I’m a little faggot
But I much prefer it straight
At least that’s what I tell myself
For a guilt free masturbate

Written by Ted Rogers




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Higgy Piggy
Middle class jiggy wiggy
Put your shit in order
Order some grey felt
Add some mustard
Plants that may welt
Whither and decease
You shall weep
When your made side table
And cotton sheets
Dispel the stench of boredom
Yawning yawn dem
Your den sucks
Got no imagination
Let’s all go on a scandi vacation
PlayStations no good
Will ruin the mood
Only a white wall
And some dry beige food
Won’t satisfy
You make me cry
I would rather
Pull out my eye


Written by Ted Rogers


THOUGHT PORN: [CULTURAL *************]


This was just a little response from me to a post in which a queer criminology lecturer got accused of appropriating Drag Culture by dragging up to teach a lecture on… DRAG!

…I really think people need to check in with the argument of cultural appropriation, look up the many definitions and understand like almost everything in life there are positive and negative facets / ways to doing anything and everything.

We all appropriate! That’s how culture is formed. If no one ever appropriated nothing would ever move or change. We would all only live in tiny groups completely separated from one another and never meet anyone new or create anything new. Everything is created from something; borrowed, contorted, manipulated, tested and recycled. Furthermore even those tiny groups would be guilty of appropriating in some way. Appropriating nature or spirituality or an individuals thoughts and ideas at the most fundamental level. We make shit from the earth, “Sorry rock, I borrowed your fundamental form and hammered you into a spear blade so I could kill animals to survive on the planet”. We all draw pictures – are we appropriating cavemen? Should we not do drawings anymore? We all speak languages – should we all just shut up and not use words? “Sorry Latin, I didn’t mean to offend you by using you as the basis for most european languages”. ?!?!?!?!!!

YES there is a problematic form of appropriation, an end of the spectrum in which we chastise and fuck the culture we appropriate from, particularly in capitalism. But in education? Providing we are teaching as aaccurate a history as can be known then how are we negatively appropriating? YES lived experience is invaluable and we can’t emulate it. But we can certainly inform ourselves of it by listening to stories of the oppressed. And YES there is a lot of insensitivity and ignorance in the way many people appropriate things. Which should be called out and discussed and adressed.

But a lecturer dragging up to teach drag?! A queer lecturer with lived experience of drag culture and the formulation of it from oppressed gay communities. Not to mention a strong lived understanding of why such cultures use entertainment to boost their esteem and express their pains related to the queer struggle, fighting oppression against homophobia, HIV and effeminacy. And the rest.

Would love to know your thoughts.

Ted Xx


I feel like
A bitter stunt
I can’t eat
I can’t stop
I’m about to pick your spot
Scratch your scab
Kick your balls
Make all of the worst prank calls
I’m about to kill myself
Just to spite your kitchen shelf
Dick your order
Back to hell
Ring a polyphonic chime doorbell
Just to piss you off
Just to make you sick
My brain is covered in tits
I’m a flea in your bits
I’m the rain in your Spain
I’m the sag on your back
I’m one who just gave you the sack
I’m a planet who’s climate is Bile
Written by Ted Rogers




When will we learn

How the shit burns

I don’t know what I am doing

Better sit here

Stewing up a pig storm

A brig dorm

A stig born

A builder bag

Full of bricks and mortar

And a witch

That all our children had

I’ve got a handmaiden

Giving birth t’ twigs

Betta build a tree

That will pry open our lids

I wanna see what the future will hold

Never mind

This glass of wine is cold

Written by Ted Rogers