What I've Learned in Dance Class
As I approached forty, the catharsis of late-night dancing in gay bars was becoming less a regular routine and more a series of distant memories. How could I recover my groove in an era where I could no longer handle late nights or nearly as much liquor?
The answer came in the form of a daytime dance class called "Dance Like The Hot B*tch You Always Knew You Were." Here are some some drawings and animations of scenes from the class and the steps I learn each week- a stop-motion process that helps me remember the moves.
