true story about dancing

I once enrolled in
ballroom dancing classes. That
did not last so long.


True story.

Years ago, at an Arthur Murray dance studio, because I met a guy in a bar who was a teacher there and he offered me some free lessons.

I can’t for the life of me remember his name now, all these years later, but he was tall, blond, and gay. I think it was Casey.

I loved moving my body and spinning to music, tapping and twisting my way around the floor, and somehow convinced John to take classes with me.

I think we lasted two classes, and as much as he said (and I thought) he enjoyed it, he bowed out – gracefully, thankfully.

It cost a lot of money. It would have been a huge commitment.

He was never very good at commitment.


i can still…

I was going to write about the reservations I have for the current path I’ve been going down when it comes to making money.

I don’t have a career, I don’t have a job, I don’t even feel like I have a legitimate side hustle at this point, but I have this thing I’ve been doing to make money lately, and it’s been web and graphic design.

And holy shit, I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want to do it for other people anymore, where the projects are big and the stakes are high.

Turns out for me (and I’ve known this a while now but never talk about it) I know that money isn’t worth this stress.

Holy shit, I’ve had some bad luck bullshit happen to me today.

And yet, why, when I come here and see “reservation” is the WordPress daily prompt, which I have been loving lately, because it actually gets me writing, when for some reason other things don’t… all I can think about is this song.

This song, and him. That man I loved and haven’t seen in a decade, and I still can’t stop thinking about him, and I still can’t get through a day without something dragging up a random memory of him, and in this case, it’s a song we both loved.

I see the word ‘reservation’ and think of the song Central Reservation, specifically the Ben Watts ‘Then Again’ remix of Beth Orton’s song. You can watch it on the YouTube here:

… i can still taste you on my fingers and smell you on my breath… and today is whatever i want it to mean

Time, and life, is rough.