9:12 a.m. - Aug. 23, 2004
Flag Dancer vs. Fan Dancer
Very thought-provoking...the whole flag phenomenon...the conversion of Rich's...the visual I get, of a pale-skinned flag dancer, head held high,
walking towards the sunset, in hopes of a new venue to showcase his unusual
talent...of him falling, instead, having slipped on a piece of icky goo that some fan dancer has kicked off of the bottom of his shoe, in frustration,
because no one seems to care...of this fan dancer leaving the club in haste,
of walking towards the same sunset...of the two of them meeting, along the
way, in some dark alley...
First, there is only silence. Summation. Fan dancer thinks, "Is this guy a threat?" Flag dancer thinks, "Ha! He is no more worthy of stage success than me!"
A fight pursues. A struggle. A fan flies through the wondow that overlooks
the alley. A cat cries. A pan flies. A cat is silenced.
The two young men hide in the darkness, together, quiet & still, hoping no
one will discover their forbidden dance. A light goes on. A voice cries
out. There is no reply. The window shuts. The light goes out. The young
men laugh. They stand and look each other in the eyes for seemigly the
first time. A spark of recognition. An unspoken understanding. More than
a compromise. This is the beginning of a new dance phenomenon. The coming
together of fan and flag and of man on man.
They kiss. A long, passionate
embrace. Breaths held. The ripple of skin finds its way to new hands...
