I wanted salsa for the bodies in it. I furiously, hungrily wanted to be assured of my own body
When I started dancing salsa, I was drawn to the possibility of ageing with it. Some friends hinted at an early midlife crisis. I wanted to tell them: no, this will serve me for every crisis in every decade to come.
How to explain it to them? There is a woman in the scene – if I am to call it that – who is older than 70. Her age is hard to place exactly because she is well-preserved. That’s how we describe old people who look youthful but it isn’t the right term. She isn’t well-preserved – she is present in her body in a way that some friends in their 30s have ceased to be. I once dated a guy who was a long-distance runner and he spoke of the men who ran slightly faster than him on the track as his rabbits, as though he was a greyhound chasing his meat. Really, he just wanted to be the rabbit. That woman I see on the dancefloor – she is my rabbit for life.
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