At age 14, I loved dirty dancing. We called it booty shaking back then. But I weighed less than 100 lbs and not much was shaking on me but bones. I would watch my summer camp friends dance while, in the corner, I twitched in a pattern that imitated rhythm to stay unnoticed. The girlsContinue reading “Tales from the B-side of a Skinny Twerker”
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Love Letter to Carlton Banks (a square)
Dear Carlton Banks, Chocolate child of the original Aunt Viv, you danced with fire at your fingertips and so they called you uncool. I am like you. Conventional rhythm has long eluded me. My grinding is robotic, disjointed where my hips meet my butt. I pop-lock when trying to Tootsie Roll. I was Miley Cyrus beforeContinue reading “Love Letter to Carlton Banks (a square)”
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