barracuda wrote:Oh christ, Fred Astaire was from fucking Omaha, and was hung like a draft horse. What's that got to do with the price of rice in Racine?
He looks gay. In every sense of the word.
My son has mentioned he doesn't like to dance either. He hates it, he feels like he looks like an idiot. He's only 7. It's in our blood.
That being said, I have to say the one place I've felt completely free to dance was in a gay dance club in Austin Texas. If you're straight, and you're in a gay dance club, you don't have to worry about looking gay. Because all the other guys ARE gay.
I found that to be extremely freeing. That and the copious amount of tequila I was drinking that night.
I'm really just joking around. I'm a terrible dancer and I find it exhausting. Although I've been told by some women that I was a surprisingly good dancer. But I have to say I don't even like the word. Dancing, prancing, mincing, fancy. It's so gay!
I have been known, when younger, to drink a lot and go burn it all off on a dance floor. But the music has to be just right. I once worked up a great sweat at a Buckwheat Zydeco concert in Denver. For instance.
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