The DC Dance and Arts community has long been about showing up. At its core lay the running joke poking fun at its incestuous nature. "You come to my show, I come to yours". Peter pays Paul, and Paul pays him back. So who makes any money? How do we survive this way? Championing dance is a task that of a monster. There are organizational logistics, communications and, of course monetary tentacles to ward off. In the climate of Trump's anti-artist policies and practices, it becomes that much greater a beast. (This president came into office on the winked, and unspoken promise of removing "politics" from everyday life, and now we are seeing just how synonymous Art is with politics.) With entities like Dance Metro DC no longer operating, venues like The Kennedy Center alienating those most loyal to them, and grants drying up, there are fewer swords in the armory than ever.