i should be on my way to sleep. and i am.
but i just want to tell you. about this rusted beating thing.
i went salsa dancing. I am not skilled. but when i danced and i messed up i just smiled.
and that was enough.
and now i want to commit as i have been wanting to commit to actually practicing, and getting better at dancing. salsa? swing? i will be there. i hope i mean it this time.
because dancing unhinges something in me that wants to be free. free to make mistakes, free to interact with strangers, free to say yes. free to say no. free to be called alejandra. free to have my hand in his hand waiting for his lead. it sounds so awful in this feminist world, but sometimes i just like those old-fashion roles between men and women. and sometimes i like to partake. to be the pretty girl moving her hips in time to the music.
Thank you God for salsa music. the brass section, the words, the rhythms, the dancing.
5 comments:
Smiling usually does the trick. After all, dancing is supposed to be fun. If it's not fun, then what's the point.
As for wanting to be a pretty girl moving her hips in time to the music... They way I understand it feminism is about equality, not being the same so there's nothing wrong with wanting to be 'old fashioned' at times ;-)
Enjoy your dancing.
Walter
I feel the same way about dancing, but have yet to convince the hubby of the joy of dancing, and therefore I don't get much of it either. :)
Can't help you with that one aside from telling you what I've heard from a lot of salseras around here.
Go dancing alone at first and tell him about all the fun you're having dancing with all the different guys. It seems that trips some jealousy trigger and all of a sudden husbands/boyfriends/etc want to learn to dance as well :)
Amen sister!
mama said dancing is the devil.
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