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I started my 'career' here with a story about a painfully shy transwoman finding love and life in a festival at Shrewsbury. She was engaged there, took her friends there, saw their own love break out from fear and misunderstanding...and it is this weekend.
There is a leave ban on. I have just finished work, and I was refused time off for the one shift I needed. The train companies also had a bike ban on, which they dropped on August 17th. I should be there, but I can't be. Next year....
[hint to self: shorter skirt next year. Wet grass...]
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Damn
Your love of that festival comes through every time you mention it. Heck, I'd like to get there one day, because I feel I know it as an almost magical place through your writings. (Though my involvement with music is as a listener and dancer, only.) Such events can become annual pilgrimages, and I know how it hurts to miss one. May your memories of prior years sustain you until next year, and may everything fall into place so that next year is extra good to make up for it.
'A dancer, only'?
Anyone who can feel the call to dance that music offers is beyond the word 'only'. Music is somethimg that speaks to the soul. If you feel that urge, that need to dance, there is no 'only' in your soul.
Not that I have a bias in this, oh no.
I cant dance
but I love music, and truly wish I could.
I never learned...
...and most who've tried to show me wouldn't help me in a way that I could process, and gave up after only a few minutes.
This still makes me sad.
-Liz
Successor to the LToC
Formerly known as "momonoimoto"
There's a saying that goes in
There's a saying that goes in part, "dance like nobody is watching." If you find music that stirs the urge to dance in you (and I certainly hope you do), don't worry what it looks like, or if anyone else would recognize it as dance. Move your body in the way the music stirs. Those of us with a trans history know how destructive it can be to repress the soul's longings, even if people around us don't understand.
Sirens
Some music can't not be danced to. It flows through and tugs at you, and drags you into the flow. My knees aren't as young as they used to be, alas, so sometimes the soul stirring is more vigorous than the visible response, but that's when NSAIDs help, too.
I Never "Learned" To Dance
But that's never stopped me :-)
Anna
Welcome to the toe crushers fest
I love music, am a bloody awful dancer, but have enjoyed my time squashing toes, having mine trodden on an generally bouncing around in and out of sync with the music. It's strange that I seem well enough coordinated to ride a bicycle but not enough to dance.
I also lose the ability to recognise left and right, so someone calling the steps doesn't help; just a hopeless case, I guess, but when the right sort of music plays my toes start tapping and...
Angharad
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Would recommend a thong to go with your shorter skirt. That way you'll just end up with a wet ass instead of wet panties. = )