Tango and other big steps

Last night, I went to tango class. I had a wonderful time. The teacher, Anne-Marie, was very lovely. She wasn’t at all backward about being appreciative of my graceful beginning. After the class she was pretty keen to have a dance, and I think I followed her very well. Though at one point, I did a twirl, and she called “salsa!”. Oh dear, found out.

Tango is very graceful, erotic, lovely and intimate. I practiced my admiring gaze with every new partner. Though I did spend most of my time with another absolute beginner, Jules, who had wobbly arms and a collapsed chest. Dancing with Anne-Marie was pretty brilliant, though. She runs a women’s course on Sundays, which I am thinking of attending. I’d like to learn to lead, though I really enjoy following more.

I need to get some new dancing shoes.

The slides of the tango are not the only big steps I am taking. My meds are working, woo! I am sane, and its brilliant. I’m thinking a lot less about where other people are (coping mechanism #1 - if you can’t be sane, act sane. Find someone you admire and copy them) and I am thinking much more about where I want to be. I’m thinking about working, kids, and also maintaining those great friendships I’m making now. I’m thinking about my art too. It deserves my time.

Lastly, I am thinking about primary relationships. Jealousy. Ownership. Dependence. Tough questions.