Bejewelled
There was a Femme Tea Party in Parc Jarry today. We ate goodies baked by montrealais, myself, and others, chilled on blankets, and ogled passing albino squirrels and the lovely wedding party who marched into the gazebo. The bride's gown: flawlessly elegant and the bridesmaids: beautifully dressed. I met so many lovely people. I wasn't at the top of my game, socially, but I am not being too hard on myself about it, which means I've made progress since Thursday. Everyone looked faaaaaaabulous, I could have just shown up and done nothing but stare.
I am really enjoying Pervers/cite this year. Thursday is Queer Ballet, and I am beyond psyched. I can hardly wait to walk into a dance class where everyone is welcome. Margie Gillis herself all but ordered me to go back to dancing. As soon as I find a regular class where my giant backside is welcome, I will be there every chance I get. "You have to keep dancing," Margie told me; "The heart is in the dance". It echoes in my head sometimes. I can hardly wait to see how my heart unlocks when I am standing there in class.
I am really enjoying Pervers/cite this year. Thursday is Queer Ballet, and I am beyond psyched. I can hardly wait to walk into a dance class where everyone is welcome. Margie Gillis herself all but ordered me to go back to dancing. As soon as I find a regular class where my giant backside is welcome, I will be there every chance I get. "You have to keep dancing," Margie told me; "The heart is in the dance". It echoes in my head sometimes. I can hardly wait to see how my heart unlocks when I am standing there in class.