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To neither have nor hold—a voyeur’s lament.


Imagine that you're invited to a private house party every three months or so.
Live music. Free alcohol and snacks. Beautiful and talented women. Handsome and confident men.Now imagine that nearly everyone at the party is speaking a different language, one that you can appreciate for its beauty and intricacy, but cannot speak.

The lights are dark. No smoke, but the air is thick... and you both move and watch as if in water.

Even the dog is beautiful, and, like most of the others there, tolerant of but uninterested in your presence. You don't matter here.

For you don't belong. You don't fit in. You sit, you watch, you absorb, you admire, you dream of what it'd be like to be a part of it. But it's out of your reach. You are, as someone teasingly comments to you briefly, but "a voyeur."

A voyeur. Confirmation that you shouldn't even try to be part of a crowd that is -- if not above -- at least distinctly apart from you.

Ah, a warm face -- a non-model -- breaks the spell for a moment, speaking to you, but then flittering away to disappear into anothers' arms. Gone.

Still surrounded by the foreign language that flows, that crackles with vibrance around you. Accentuated by playful, sensual, teasing embraces and even kisses that may be transitory but you desire to share in them nonetheless.

But you do not. You cannot.

You stumble out the door, finally overcoming the urge to sink deeper into the couch while watching the world swirl by... walking past the teacher, the smoker, the lover, all models, all perfect in their own way beyond your reach this evening, nay, this morning.

They say goodbye, and you nod, dumbly, walking faster down the stairs. Car keys, the whir of a motor, and then before you know it, back home... not quite ready for bed.

And here you are, typing a stream of consciousness in sadness and even amazement of what you're a part of for several magical, surreal, miserable nights each year.

This, now, will be the last. No more.

Why try to be what you cannot?
 

- Blathered by Adam on Saturday, February 14, 2004 at 9:16 [ Permalink | Trackback ]
- Filed under DancingPersonal
- Commented on by 4 folks so far. Scroll down and see for yourself (and join in the conversation!)


Personally, I’d learn the language… a three month crash course.  And learn to juggle flaming rods so they’ll all gather around you in awe.

- Posted on Monday, February 16, 2004 at 3:03 [ Permalink to this comment ]

heh heh, not bad ideas wink

But about the language… it’s actually the language of Dance, and trust me, I’ve been trying to learn it for some time.  Blues dancing is especially difficult, for me at least.

But the flaming rods… hmm… that sounds promising!

- Posted on Monday, February 16, 2004 at 19:52 [ Permalink to this comment ]

You’ve just described every party that I ever went to. But you know what I think?

“Get to know me and fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke!”

- Posted on Wednesday, February 18, 2004 at 3:27 [ Permalink to this comment ]

Had only a few experiences in Blues dancing as there’re no blues teachers here. I think I quite like it. Wish I can learn more.

Anyway, why do you find it difficult?

- Posted on Friday, February 20, 2004 at 7:21 [ Permalink to this comment ]

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