The Onliest Boy Rides Again 

… I mean, not literally rides, honestly I’m staying off the bike until April 1st because I have so freaking many rehearsals been now and then that the last thing I need to do is add even more exercise. 

But I’m pretty sure that in addition to being the only boy in my piece, I’m the only boy in the whole show.

Honestly, most of me is totally like:

…And a little tiny part is aware that I should probably temper my innate overconfidence with a small measure of humility. 



…Nah. I’m good .

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.

Posted on 2017/03/07, in balllet, performances and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. There is only one possibility:

    Rope in some boys on your own, or beat them senseless with a baseball club and drag them into the dance studio.

    Here was last year a workshop for queer dance – what showed up?
    The usual (hetero) dance girls of the town, no boy but me. And the teacher.

    • Oh, dear. I’ve been vaguely contemplating the idea of trying to arrange a queer dance workshop here; I wonder if it would turn out the same way…

      We do have at least two other boys who come to class regularly, but worse schedules prevented them from joining in our performance piece (one is in theater, so had rehearsal conflicts; the other is applying got bad school and had travel conflicts). I’ll have to apply my seductive wiles and/or Jedi mind tricks upon the people who schedule theater in this town! 😉

      Beyond that, I think I might just have to apply the hammer method. I have never seen a city in which so few people dance for fun, even at the queer clubs. Usually when I bother to go it’s either me alone on the dance floor or somebody’s bridal shower party and me.

      Oy vey! What kind of a city is it where even the gay boys don’t dance?!

      • We have a school show soon – the usual school show, every group shows one piece. At least there are 2 boys at the show – me and my boyfriend I brought to ballet ;).

        But I didn’t used a hammer.

        At clubs they dance, but it’s always the usual 1 step forward 1 back and twitching a little with the arms. Only the girls dance sometimes – and when I dance I usual get filmed with smartphones. Creepy.

      • Apparently I also attract an audience at the clubs 😀

        It’s sad that they don’t really dance where you are either! What has become of our great tradition of dancing our butts off? I mean, I want alive in the disco era, but I try to honor the spirit of the men who came before me by lighting the dance floor on fire.

        We have a separate rep class for our performance, which is both good and bad—good because everyone who’s performing rehearses together, had because it means those who can’t make the rehearsal schedule aren’t able to perform.

        I’m impressed that your boyfriend is still dancing! D stopped after a year, though he does aerials now and we perform together there sometimes. Obvs I need to acquire a *second* boyfriend and bring *him* to ballet 😀

        Only I don’t think D could handle another hyperactive dance boy! XD

      • *wasn’t alive

      • PS: If ever we happen to be in the same city, we should totally go dancing!

      • We should – but I think we are about 10 hours and an expensive air ticket appart :(. +3 hours in the immigration office queue :(((. But I have been in the USA twice so far.

      • Someday I will make it off this continent! Sadly, thus far, I’ve only been to Canada and, well, Canada.


        Not that I don’t love Canada, because I do, and my family is from Montreal, and so forth. But I would really like to see more of the world!

  2. *applying TO GRAD school. Autocorrupt for the win…

  3. Obvs I need to acquire a *second* boyfriend and bring *him* to ballet

    I thought ballet *was* your other boyfriend, or was that music?

    • Ha! I suppose that by that metric, ballet is my first boyfriend, music is my second one, D is third, and so we need to acquire a FOURTH one 😀

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