Don't laugh: I'm taking a burlesque class. It's not that I envision becoming a Sexy Lady (tm) or a breast-twirling superstar (they're not big enough to bounce, even). I just got tired of admiring burlesque dancers and thinking that I could never do what they do, so I decided to stop making excuses and take a class for fun. I tried my best to follow the instructor, but clumsiness proved stronger than grace. She moved left, I moved right. She shimmied her shoulders, I robotically threw mine backward and forward. She kicked her legs toward the ceiling, I hauled mine as far as my tendons would allow. Where she shimmied fluidly, I jerked angular, like Ian Curtis swaying under a snake enchanter's spell. Next week: dancing with thigh-highs. I envision becoming tangled in the fishnets.
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