Well thanks everyone for your extremely well thought out comments about my possible dive back into the dance world. I have to admit, sitting there last night with Remi as she read all the comments you left felt a little weird. I was worried that some of what was said would have a negative affect on her being OK with my belly dancing again. But thank goodness, it didn’t ... at least not any that she would admit to. But I guess we’ll just have to see what happens when I actually start performing again. Like anything that I do, if I’m going to do it, I want to do it right. So before I accept any invitations to dance again I’m going to take a little time to get myself back into what I consider “performance ready condition” a.k.a losing those last few pounds and having a few new costumes made up. I guess once I start dancing for all the lesbians in town, I’m sure to have some juicy bits to blog about one way or another. What do you wanna bet that any group of ladies willing to pay to have another woman come and dance for them is going to be a pretty wild group? I’m sure I’ll overhear or witness more then a fair share of lesbian drama.
Well I wasn’t really expecting for the comments that I got about my dancing on the side to be so, well ... one sided. I guess I thought you might take my side on this, but boy when I’m wrong, I’m wrong. But I would like to thank LurkerLezzie for her supportive comment. Like I keep telling my gf, when you’re a dancer and you’re raised up in a studio, being that physical with strangers really doesn’t mean anything. It’s just dancing. But people who aren’t used to it misunderstand and worry a lot more then they should. When I taught ballroom dance, my male students were constantly getting their feelings for me confused because they mistook my physical contact with them as a dance teacher to mean something more. Because in the outside world, men and women don’t usually touch that much unless there’s some sort of intimacy between the two. So I can see how my gf would feel threatened or worried about my dancing in revealing costumes.
As much as I hate to be a cliche, I’m sad to admit that I fall prey to the “starving writer” persona at the moment. Yes, I used to have a great paying job that I hated. So I took a leap of faith and jumped off the gravy train and decided to try to burn a new trail all my own, as a writer. Which is actually working out on some levels. Except for the fact that you don’t get paid till your articles go to print. So while I may sell several articles, it’s usually months until I see a dime from them. Meanwhile, life marches on and I’ve got puppies to feed. Enter my side job as a dancer. No, not a stripper. But as a burlesque dancer and belly dancer.