LesbosOnTheCouch
by Beth C, one of the Lesbos
I Forgot to Dance…
Life is a field of learning and sometimes the
learning is really hard and painful and sometimes it is just exhausting and I
want to go to bed and stay there…After a couple of weeks of trying to 'get over
myself' I realized that I had forgotten…forgotten…so,
I forget what I forgot…nothing new. Maybe that is part of the problem…forgetting
but forgetting the wrong things!
Sometimes I forget who I am and what I am made
of. I forget why I am here and what it is that I am doing…I forget to eat. I
forget to move. I forget to make a phone call. I forget to put up a laundry. I forget
to cook the soup. I forget to do the dishes. I forget to pull the sweatshirt
down off of my eyes before I start walking –and walk into the wall…I forget to
turn the soup off and then don't understand what 'smells like something is
burning.' I forget to turn the radiator off and then don't understand why my
leg is so hot. I forget to turn the light off and don't know why it is so light
at 4AM. I forget…
But, I have found that if I concentrate on my
feet, eventually I can dance…and dance
and dance…And if I am dancing then it doesn't really matter what other things I
have forgotten.
Lately my Love and I have taken a turn and
been making a concerted effort to enjoy ourselves –trying to enjoy our life
together as a couple…sometimes just being is not enough…Sometimes just being is
like forgetting ---and it just is not good enough.
These past two weeks in a row we've gone
DANCING- but not just dancing. We've gone to parties for 'girls just like us.'
And when I say, 'girls just like us' I am not just talking about lesbians, I am
talking about us 'older' Lesbos…those of us who usually do spend our evenings
sitting on the couch with a good book or more likely, good show or movie.
I love to dance…and I had almost forgotten how
much I love to dance. I don't even need to drink to get warmed up…just put on
some of that ''old time rock –n-roll'' and I am on my way to Lesbian euphoria.
So when one of our friends called last week and asked if we were interested, I
said sure…
And much to every one's surprise, no less my
own surprise, my love and I actually got up OfftheCouch and went and danced the
night away. Have you ever been to a dance with women and only women? Women who
are so finally comfortable in their own skin…loving each other and themselves?…By
the time you reach 45, or 50…I can say this
as I am finally reaching that point myself…comfortable in my own skin…and
dancing with people of like mind as well as of like (as in, similar) body is
pure pleasure…nothing to prove, no one to show off for, no one to show up or
over…just dancing for the pure pleasure of celebrating life….
Dancing and loving are very much the same,
except one I prefer in company and the other in private. One I can do with many
and one with just my one Love…
My advice to all on these oh-so- cold, cold
winter nights…after a week or so of cuddling on the couch and in bed – get up
and DANCE….Just Dance.
So, what is it that I forgot? I forgot to
Dance.
