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. 
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Eye yam purrfectly okay whichoo learning to belly dance BUTT - you gotta keep the kowperson hat on whilst dancing. Please. ;-)
ReplyDeleteOk, will leave the cowboy hat on, even though the aesthetic may be off a bit.
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