Sunday, October 4, 2009

I want to be a belly dancer

I want to learn how to belly dance. I want to learn how to cock my hip and wriggle my belly, arch my back and throw my arms up. I want to be ensconced in a pink silk dress with bells on my fingers, and around my waist. I do not find this demeaning at all. It's a celebration of what it means to be women, to be female, to be sexual. I stood there this afternoon, during Brooklyn's Atlantic Antic, a large street festival--- watching the dancers, and imagined myself up there on stage, writhing and whirling to the music, not earthbound in my Birkenstock sandals, my blue jeans and my cowboy hat.


  1. Eye yam purrfectly okay whichoo learning to belly dance BUTT - you gotta keep the kowperson hat on whilst dancing. Please. ;-)

  2. Ok, will leave the cowboy hat on, even though the aesthetic may be off a bit.