Dancing, hair flipping, shaking my ass to the inner music. C walkin, pop and lock, pirouette, head spin; hip hop groovin grandmaster flash style. Belly dance, limbo, doin the fuckin’ Charleston. Doin the ever loving mexican hat dance, channeling my inner salsa … extra hot and spicy please. Solo soul, performance art.

Add a partner or two or four. Line dancin’  in step with a stetson, dance and stomp in unison, with my own special flair. Foxtrot, waltz, flamenco, swing, cha cha, jitterbug, two step me. How do you get off the wall? Get on the dance floor from dancing alone to dancing with friends and lovers and others?

Ever a gracious partner, self effacing, ever  polite. Curtsy to and fro, a square dance in the beginning, always knowing how to do the  start of a dance well. You know the part where everything is fresh and new and exciting? The OMG of it all??? The lust and want and titillating newness of “Hi wanna dance?” Butterflies baby all the way.

Partners can be strong at first, boundaries set, no spaghetti arms. You state your dance styles without words, eyes and body language tell the tale of you. This is how I dance and this is how I feel and this is what I want in my dance partner. Then comes the hard part. You wanna polka and he/she wants to do the lambada. You feel like dancin’ a solo, and they want to samba. How do you come to agreement? Where do you negotiate the next step?

Everyone has wants and needs that are important, but the dance of two is beautiful too. Sometimes our role is to make our partner look good, let them have the limelight. Make it all about them with loving kindness and ultimate compassion.  Listen to their show; needs, wants, desires and help them to be the best they can be.

Beware of the spotlight staying too long in one place. If it always shines on you then you will get sweaty and find yourself alone. Whether craving the constant spotlight or being forced into it by another. No one can stand to that scrutiny for too long. Fainting with the heat of always being in the limelight, you’ll collapse before the roses are thrown at the grand finale. Can it always be all about you? If you like dancin’ solo’s then by all means it can.

Partner always stealing the show? Telling you about their callouses gleaned from dance companies gone by?  Always
making the decisions on when, how, why, where you’re gonna dance? Supporting positions are needed for you too… where you’re the one lifted on air and dipped down for a low, long, sensual kiss. Your dance partner should make you look good from time to time, reveling in the idea that such a fuckin’ hottie wants to dance with them. One sided lasts for only so long.

As for me??? I can dance. Well. Learning the dance of life and being willing to share center stage. Treat it gently,  don’t push and poke and prod me. Provocation is a must but it can’t be so all the time.

Quiet, gentle, ebb and flow; see the vulnerable woman in me. Stability and stick-to-me-ness, I crave. Do what you’re gonna, be the partner, take the lead and swirl me in a ballroom dance. Or don’t. I can lead myself in a solo dance of exquisiteness that will make a m’effer cry. BUT… I’d rather be dancing cheek to cheek, Fred and Ginger style. American in Paris channeled in the jazz step that is we. Come dance with me.

We all have our moments that we need a strong partner. Where it needs to be about what the other is thinking,  feeling, being. Waltzing without feet touching the ground, the gentle knowing of where to step next. Step on my toes again and again and the dance will falter, not to mention leaving me with sore toes fer shitsakes.

So dance. Like you never have before. Alone, together, in a gaggle of girlfriends. Dirty, low, slow long. Just do it. Get your back up off the wall… and shake what your momma gave you. I’ll be there in the middle of the floor,  waiting to dance with you, making you look gooooooooood.