DANCING ONTO THE
4 October 2002
I have always been a person who supports my friends, whether I've met them in person or
not. Thus, I feel compelled to join the groundswell (bringing its numbers to 8) in support
of Marn's suggested International
I am not a person who gives herself easily to the notion of cavorting. I would never
have made a good hippie (even though I was of an age in the 60s). Running through the
grass barefoot with flowers in my hair just isn't...me.
However, as I pass into my dotage and begin to find some of that self confidence I lost
somewhere in 7th grade, around the time Jimmy Wohl told me I was fat, I'm thinking that
learning how to cavort might not be such a bad idea.
How do you learn how to cavort at 60?
Are there cavorting classes?
I guess I have dabbled in cavorting over the years. I actually took ballroom dancing
lessons once. It was my first year at UC Berkeley when I learned I was expected to take a physical
education class. I'd managed to successfully avoid PE throughout my entire 4 years in
high school and wasn't about to start now, but then I discovered that ballroom dancing
counted as a PE class, so I signed up. Once I got past the initial awkwardness, I
discovered I enjoyed it a lot. In fact, my dancing partner and I were two of the better
ones in the class. I could do a mean cha-cha, baby!
But somewhere along the way, probably sitting for years on typing chairs, I lost those
dancing genes. Many's the time when I'd be toe-tappin' to Lawsuit at a club and
desperately wanting to get into the fray and actually dance. But in addition to
embarrassing my children, it would have embarrassed me. The only time I ever did it, I was
shamed into it by a guy in the audience (a stranger) who dragged me in front of everyone
and made me dance. I wanted to cry because I was so big and so awkward and so
uncomfortable. I'm still grateful to Tom who cut in and managed to move me out of center
stage, where I was more comfortable.
Cavorting, I was not.
I suppose the closest I've come to cavorting lately is marching in the San Francisco
Pride Festival. Getting out there behind a few drag queens, waving at a bazillion people
lining the parade route is pretty brave for a wallflower like me.
Is cavorting something one can do alone? Or does cavorting require a companion? (See?
I'm not even clear on the concept!) If it can be done alone, then I suppose hopping on a
bike and letting all the flab fly in the breeze as I race along a bike path could be
considered cavorting. Getting to the "the hell with what people think--I like
this" stage was a huge leap for me.
But is it cavorting?
As I take off toorrow for JournalCon and a
week-end in San Francisco with fellow journalists, will I allow myself to leap into
activities and actually confer, cavort, and otherwise hobnob with my fellow journalists?
Or will I sit in a corner and observe, hide behind the camera and record it all, and
escape to the nearest computer to write about what a good time everyone else is having?
This cavorting jazz really has a strong learning curve, I suspect.
I may have to take myself off into the Canadian woods in search of Marn for a bit of instruction. If I'm going to
participate in National Cavorting Day, I really need to learn the basics from the