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Choose what you see
11/26/2006 2:35 am Last Read: |
Choose what you see at a woman's halfla: Older women, mostly out of shape, dressed in costumes which make them look like exhibits of bad taste, bellies hanging out shamelessly - as well as the flab. Women in their fifties in fuck-me-thigh high boots doing stilted rhythms to Sisters of Mercy, PVC and corsets meant for women half their age. People tripping, half-made costumes coming undone, veils getting tangled over faces, instructors who dance worse than their students, no one dancing in time, male bellydancers which just seems so utterly ridiculous you can hardly keep from laughing as they attempt to shake nonexistent hips. The dancing to an Arabian remix of "Flashdance" which everyone apparently loves, but grates on your ears like a cheesegrater in your head. Everywhere people who should be covering that shit UP letting it all hang out in unpleasant ways. Politics and dramas between troupes being acted out in catty female ways as always happens when you get a group of women together. Immense boredom and hoping you can get the images of these fat women who think they can move out of your head later on, preferably with alcohol. *************** A woman in her late fifties with more tattoos than I'd ever dare to get, head high and proud as she shakes her hips in ways 20 year old hoochie mamas try to emulate, but can't manage. She's got equipoise; the skanks don't. Every bellydancers' eyes unfocus in the dance, looking beyond, looking WITHIN, with the occasional sexy glance from side to side, aware what their bodies awaken in the viewer. A Filipino dancer combining salsa and bellydance with a grace and flirtatious smile which knocks the breath out of you whenever she meets your gaze. Hip belts fall off, bras come undone, veils fly free, or tangle, or the dancers trip. They laugh, they keep dancing. What of it? They're among other dancers. The woman next to me says "I do this for me...not for anyone else. Anyone who doesn't like it can go to hell." She's fifty-two. She doesn't look it. Male bellydancers who shouldn't be able to move that way, but DOES. He's not seen as an interloper, but as an instructor and friend. Trills, tribal calls, and the one last jam where everyone hits the floor, and they try to coax you on, but you refuse for now...fully aware someday you'll take your turn. Come dance with us. We are women, this is our space, we're doing this for us. Smiles, laughter, all squabbles and politics forgotten when it's time to just get together and do what they do best. Together. Because they do it for themselves, as all women can, and should, do. And anyone who has a problem with it can go to hell. ********** Choose what you want to see in life...and understand the person living it doesn't give a damn what you think. Meet them in their own space, with respect, or move the hell on. Your attendance in their world is a privilege, not a right. |
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11/26/2006 3:16 pm |
ohhh I am inspired and want to go and get lost in all that aliveness and womanhood! Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage. -- Anais Nin
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11/26/2006 7:56 pm |
I could almost imagine myself moving my belly ... playing my zills... just lovely sis, simply lovely. slf- Yo ho , Yo ho ... a bloody life for me ....
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 11/27/2006 2:24 pm |
I like what I see. "In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act." ---George Orwell
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11/28/2006 1:50 am |
Your blog pic looks like a member of a troupe out of SF called Fat Chance Belly Dance. I always liked that name. They wore similar wrapped head wear, and outfits that looked more ethnic and lacked the usual sequins.  They use to run open classes, and had a website, probably still do, I don't know as I'm not up there anymore. Do you belly dance Oya? Lisa <--- owns a pair of zils (finger cymbals)
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11/28/2006 5:59 am |
Cool! Who knew a woman in the UK would know all about a troupe in San Francisco! The world is getting smaller every day! I hope your return to dancing is joyful. Lisa
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