I was sitting cross-legged on the scuffed up floor of the YMCA in La  Jolla, draped in my black feather boa. The dance instructor acknowledged  our courage for attending a class like this. She recognized that we  might feel nervous or intimidated. I was just curious to see what this  2-hour burlesque class would be like. I don't have dance experience. But  I do have nerve.
You may not be familiar with burlesque. While its origins are in the  music and parody of vaudeville, it's mostly now considered a "classier"  form of striptease. Having recently watched a burlesque show in it's  more current form, I was struck by the differences between stripping and  burlesque. It felt confident, teasing, playful, and connected. Very  subtle movements with a feather fan or boa were very seductive. In  general the women were rounder and softer than we would see with  strippers. This was an aspect of public "sexual expression" I wanted to  learn about first hand!
Thank goodness I'm basically comfortable with trying new things and  not feeling embarrassed. Because despite the dance instructor's early  acknowledgment that we may feel awkward or intimidated, there was little  consideration of that later. The class was in the middle of the  afternoon on a Sunday, with a large door open to passerby on the street.  And some of the men who were attending the following salsa class were  there early and watching. So much for my private exploration of sensual  self-expression. As well, the majority of the class had extensive dance  experience. Strike two in the comfort realm.
Nonetheless, after what felt like hours of sticking my butt out,  flaunting my boa, and seductively shrugging my shoulders, I was actually  enjoying the class and felt, dare I say, sexy. And confident. And  enjoying in a different way how my body moved. It was tough to ooze  sexiness and be fully present in my body when I was concentrating so  hard on perfecting the new dance moves. So I had to let go of some of  the idea of what it "should" look like and just flow with how my body  moved. Although I was starting to feel sore muscles in unusual places,  my body felt good and I was a bit giddy.
At the conclusion of 2 hours, ten of us danced in unison, the music  carrying us forward, feather boas all over the floor. It felt so great  to shimmy and shake with the short dance routine we had just learned  that I barely cared that the class was now being videotaped. I'm  assuming my "clandestine" foray into burlesque is somewhere in Facebook  land :)
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