The Dance excerpt
I plunged into contra because it’s the most forgiving dance: it requires no creativity or innate grace; you follow the caller and can walk the entire song with zero fancy footwork. I reveled in its freedoms: change partners every song; lock eyes to stave off dizziness. I could feel a man’s arms around me without intimacy; I could feel momentary connection without the heavy emotion of real relationships. I forgot the distress that hunched my shoulders and the sadness that had sunk into my belly. I started on the wrong foot, stuck out the wrong hand, but for once didn’t lacerate myself over errors. Moving mattered more than mistakes.