"i84 oregon: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Discovery"

In “i84 oregon” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “i84 oregon” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “i84 oregon” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.