What is your ultimate goal? Do you dance because you want to become a professional? To make a living out of it? To perform on stage?
Do you dance in order to connect? To socialise? Because a loved one started with you and its a part of you that you can never quite let go of, because it means that the final bridge is forever gone?
Is it because a younger you once felt something inside you move so much that your perspective was forever shifted to a B.T. and A.T?
Is it because it is a language that is global, allowing you to plug into any community and be instantly connected, without language, without culture, without boundaries?
Perhaps you as a woman just want to be held, to connect with someone of the opposite gender, to feel led, guided and comforted in a world where gender norms are collapsing. Or perhaps, you are that masculine figure, tenderly protective of the person who has entrusted their sight to yours, letting the guard of personal space down to nestle in your arms and in that crook of your neck, relaxing against you. And together you move, playfully, meaningfully, lovingly as you catch, now the strains of the bandoneon, now the lingering echo of a voice, now the melodic violins, now the rhythm speeding up and a tornado forming through your combined centrifugal movements.
Or, is it because of all the above combined into a delicious melting pot of love, hate, learnings and memories? Because that's exactly what it is, the indescribable-ness of it all.
Do you dance in order to connect? To socialise? Because a loved one started with you and its a part of you that you can never quite let go of, because it means that the final bridge is forever gone?
Is it because a younger you once felt something inside you move so much that your perspective was forever shifted to a B.T. and A.T?
Is it because it is a language that is global, allowing you to plug into any community and be instantly connected, without language, without culture, without boundaries?
Perhaps you as a woman just want to be held, to connect with someone of the opposite gender, to feel led, guided and comforted in a world where gender norms are collapsing. Or perhaps, you are that masculine figure, tenderly protective of the person who has entrusted their sight to yours, letting the guard of personal space down to nestle in your arms and in that crook of your neck, relaxing against you. And together you move, playfully, meaningfully, lovingly as you catch, now the strains of the bandoneon, now the lingering echo of a voice, now the melodic violins, now the rhythm speeding up and a tornado forming through your combined centrifugal movements.
Or, is it because of all the above combined into a delicious melting pot of love, hate, learnings and memories? Because that's exactly what it is, the indescribable-ness of it all.
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