Sunday, September 28, 2014


A dancer must defy many things, gravity is only one of them.

- anonymous 

So you say: “There's nothing provocative about ballet... It's nothing more than an imitation of modern dance. Same girls dance about in tutu's while trying to be swans... Where is the provocative!?” I suppose there's really nothing at all if that's how you think about the way it's depicted. 

Well the provocative is in seeing something that elicits a reaction and changes the way you perceive things. Now I find the ballet provocative for the movements and storytelling through sight. And the men dancing is fascinating too! Even in ballet & dance, a talented man is able to get a bit of a reaction out of moi...for many reasons aside from them defying gravity. Of course this doll thinks a fellow ought to lead on the dance floor.  In fact she thinks it important that a man takes the lead in his life, no need to know how to dance. You don't have to dance in order to take charge and lead in life. It is far more provocative for a talented man to behave like a gentleman in this modern era. 

Here's a 300 that involves a bit of dancing...

Kisses, m.


“Come,” he says. “Follow me.”
 And I tell him, “I don’t know how to do this kind of dancing.”
He says “Not to worry I’ll do all the dancing. All you have to do is follow.”

So follow I do and let him dance around the floor with his arms holding mine. I feel my hands and feet falling into a rhythm that I hadn’t known before. A rhythm that feels just as familiar as a memory that fills my mind while his hands wrap around me in an embrace. Quickly I’m swept up again and again. 
“Do you know how to flamenco?” he asks me with a spin. 
“No. Not at all.” Around I turn in a tiny semicircle with a smile and a shrug. 
“No? Then what about this?” he says with a swift kick and turn that snaps my hips into line.
“Never before.”
“Really?” he raises his eyebrows.
“Really.” I smile and wink.

My loose arms are snapped into a form mirroring his and my legs move at the will of the music. Back around and forward we go. Our pattern circles the dance floor with the constant rhythm of the drums. With a sudden stop and dip he leans me back. There’s now a lift and turn as I follow him back into the sound of the beat. 

“How am I doing?”
“Fine. In fact you’re moving like a pro. Except…” He says with another dip and a release as he lifts my leg and pulls me toward him. 
“Except? Go on.” I say as he holds my leg and wraps his arm around my back to lift me towards him.
As our eyes make an instant connection between breathes he tells me softly, “Since you’ve never done this before how about letting me lead?”

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