dances with dudes

Another Thursday, another tango practice with the Siberian Siren. This time, though, she did not steer a refrigerator (i.e. me) around the dance floor. Instead, she left that to her pal the tall, slender, and oh-so-gay instructor Davis, for whose time we split a quite reasonable fee. He's a he. He has a beard, even.

And he's quite the instructor, with several excellent exercises and insights. I'm getting better. The SS has made noises about the two of us getting with Davis at her brother's place. That sounds way dirtier than it is: the SS's brother has hardwood floors and is seldom home.

I danced with two other men, both strangers, and no women. I'll confess to feeling a little weird about that, but one of them taught me a thing or two as well.

Speaking of women, there was another dancer with amazing moves and red shoes who gave the Siren a run for her money in the prettiest-woman-in-the-room competition. Femme, of course. The SS didn't even know who I was talking about. This isn't the first time I've encountered a woman who's so into butches that she's nearly blind to all others.

Rose tint my world / Keep me safe from the trouble and pain

I may still be dealing with the ops issue from hell at work, but a couple of weeks ago I instigated a showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show after work tonight. The email thread seemed to suggest that attendance would be good. (It wasn't.) I got talked into costume, i.e. what I used to wear out clubbing. I was one of two in costume. I was the only one who said lines. But still, I'm glad I did it. Next time I'll just have to publicize it a little better, I guess.

I've regained a niece!

Right after I finished putting on my costume & makeup for Rocky Horror at work, I did as my mother asked via email and called her. She says that my Good Sister has told her younger daughter about me at last.

The reaction? My niece "took it well", and has asked when she & her mom are going to visit me here in the Land of Sog. Did I call it or what?

What about GS's stepdaughter, who's four or five years older? I don't know. I still haven't contacted GS to get the details firsthand, but I'll be doing so. Fear not. I wonder if I can get them to fire up Skype.

I can't find it in me to resent the years I had no contact. I'm just happy that's over.