Monday, August 20, 2012

Dancing

(I wrote this while i was away)


Here where we are working we had some free time waiting out a storm. The storm moved a different direction finally and missed us, but we were all gathered in one place, lots of mostly really young folks, several different cultures. There was beer, and rum and music. So there was dancing...

I can't dance.  I have no rhythm. I can't move that way.  I look utterly foolish. I feel utterly foolish. 

I love watching people who can dance though. Any type of dancing, from stiff and formal, choreographed and rehearsed, to spontaneous and free form, displays of pure strength and power to the most appealing of subtle movements.  This last night was not subtle, but it was certainly not stiff, formal, or rehearsed.  

Dancing is about sex, of course: sex, and sexuality, and seduction, and the tease, and the pursuit - not the capture or the capitulation, but all the fun leading up to it - all played out in so many variations, so many flavors. 

As i watched, it had me thinking about my flavor.  So clearly not vanilla, but also not what this dancing was. 

This was easy, care free, open, and fun... It was ~ I'm here, I could be interested,  wanna see where the night takes us? ~   Lots of back and forth, lots of suggestion, not much commitment, and no hurt feelings.   This was erotic, and intriguing to watch.  

It was the negotiation.  And that's why it wasn't my flavor.  Not just because i am so very not in the market, but negotiating doesn't do it for me.  Part of the mis-fit is the need to attract interest, and the possibility that i won't be found interesting enough.  But there is also the implication that i get to choose you, I might say yes or i might say no... at any point along the way.   

Not that i can, but if i could dance, i think my flavor would be a formal waltz:  he approaches, offers his hand, she may accept or decline... if she accepts though, the understanding is that she will follow his lead, go where he goes, no further discussion, no negotiation.



16 comments:

  1. greengirl, what a lovely post!

    I can't dance, at all--not even a little, but like you I love watching people who can. And on few occasions I have joined in but only with a lot of encouragement.
    Great imagery with what you said on the formal waltz :o)

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    1. BleuAme,
      thank you. I knew someone who dances professionally - like for period movies, not reality TV - it is the most controlled, subtle, but incredibly dominant/submissive thing ever.

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  2. I liked the way you looked at the dancing as a negotiation. That was very interesting.

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    1. db,
      That's what struck me watching all the much younger, single folks having fun with it.

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  3. “Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire”
    ― Robert Frost

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    1. David,
      thank you for leaving this - it's perfect, and i had no idea Frost had that side to hiim.

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  4. oooh, I like the flavors of dance concept...

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  5. oh what a beautiful analogy ... i love the idea that D/s is a formal waltz xx

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    1. Avagrace,
      Thank you. I do love watching people dance, all flavors.

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  6. what a lovely analogy, I for one love to dance and especially to waltz

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    1. thank you. i could imagine you would like more formal dancing.

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  7. This is a great analogy and you are absolutely right - dancing is all about power play (well for the most part - how would you explain "The Funky Chicken"?):-)

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    1. thanks - i hadn't thought of goofy dances at all - i suppose they don't fit in the scheme at all, or if they do - i don't want to consider how ;)

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  8. beautiful...if it helps? I can't dance a whit either (though I can carry a tune, and keep clapping in rhythm...somehow it gets lost on the way to my feet!) I've often thought that my "sex dance" with M was a bit like a waltz...him leading the way...

    This was a beautiful post (and I'm glad the storm missed you!)

    nilla

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  9. Nilla,
    Thank you. It's the rhythm i ain't got, so there's no hope. And i never could follow to dance formally - go figure.

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