I was introduced to Belly Dance (Raks) by a dear friend who is also a retired martial artist and forester. She had a back injury at work, and her physiotherapist suggested an 8 week belly dancing course as a form of rehab. She fell in love, and eventually talked me into trying a seminar. The rest is a very happy history.
One of the absolute best parties I ever went to was a Lebanese-Hungarian wedding with a Jamaican DJ - good lord I danced all night. Dancing with a crowd of Lebanese men (maybe all Middle Eastern Cultures, I don't have experience with any others) is an amazing, empowering experience. I do not consider myself to be a particular skilled dancer. But the men in this crowd appreciated your spirit, your joy in movement, and were very open about their appreciation. Not in a demeaning way, or a way that made you feel like a sex object, but in a way that made it seem like they were honestly happy that you were happy.
Hmmm ... I think that needs follow up some day down the road ... being honestly happy for someone else who is happy, without comparing yourself to them ... another relationship goal?
Back to dance ...
I don't mean to make the Raks community seem like a uptopia; there is as much politics and crap here as anywhere else.
One thing I hear a lot of about Raks is it is about "celebrating woman-ness and the inner goddess". What about the outer goddess?? Doesn't she deserve a bit of celebrating too?? ;-)
And lastly, advice, for those of you that partake: do not dance while driving.
Shimmy responsibly.
Sounds like fun :)
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