You Might Be A Dancer If, Continued 

Please ignore the shoes making their break for freedom. Nothing to see here. Move along.

  • You have a tumble dryer or a clothesline, but laundry day at your place looks like this anyway
  • And by “laundry day,” you mean “any day that ends in -y”
  • Your bedroom resembles a fire sale at a Sansha outlet 
  • You have so many tights (Footed! Convertible! Capri! Short! Really effing short! Strappy!) and joggers you don’t know where to put them all, but only two pair of regular trousers
  • Which you never wear because ugh
  • You are more than typically grateful to the inventors of the Utilikilt
  • You miss pockets, but not enough to make you wear regular clothes(1)  
  1. Besides, they make hoodies with zippered pockets now. 

In case you’re wondering, when a dancer and an aerialist love each-other very much, the result is:

  • A closet like the one above
  • A ridiculous collection of matching tights that the dancer almost never wears because deep in his black-feathered heart of hearts Serious Ballet Boy Is Serious (…but only about ballet). 

About asher

Me in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Neuro-atypical. Fabulous. Married to a very patient man. Bachelor of Science in Psychology (2015). Proto-foodie, but lazy about it. Cat owner ... or, should I say, cat own-ee? ... dog lover. Equestrian.

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