Sweet Tea Dancing
By Petal Jeffrey
Later, there are usually one or more cabaret turns, disco dancing and line dances. The last named are after the fashion of chorus lines, everyone trying to do the same steps. Some don't always succeed, not that it matters. The spirit of the Tea Dance is to give it a go, no need to worry about being foolish. The typical tea dancer (if there is such a creature) has been through that and doesn't give a damn. There's a bit of barn dancing, western numbers..... The dancing is as diverse as the Tea Dance crowd. They even do the Gay Gordons. Well, what else would those Gordons be?
With the moves, Tea Dance folk come and go, but the sprinkling of trannies shows no sign of increasing. Actually, our small number is one of the attractions for me. I like transvestites company well enough, but prefer diversity.
The small number of trannies led to the accidental start of the cabaret number Gina and I do.
One night the DJ put on 'Sweet Transvestite' from "The Rocky Horror Show". It cleared the dance floor, apart from my friend Gina and me. Evidently, we were the only two that night who considered ourselves sweet transvestites.
As a child, I'd been very shy. Now suddenly a transvestite the centre of attention at a gay venue. I discovered that I enjoyed showing off. It was tremendous. I was having fun.
Obviously, with no advanced warning. I hadn't put on a special costume for the number. As the routine developed, I just wore whatever skirt and top I had on that evening.
For it did develop into a routine. A couple of weeks after our first "Sweet Transvestite", the DJ played the number again. We'd had time to think about it and produced something less like disco dancing and closer to a performance.
Our cabaret number became a regular feature of the Tea Dance. Gina and I actually discussed what we were doing and went some way towards working together. As we improved, we received more enthusiastic applause. I loved it.
Occasionally, I did the routine on my own when Gina couldn't make it. I enjoyed having the dance floor, and the audience, to myself. It was on such a night, however, that I broke my wrist.
Gina was working that night. I have the impression that, when Jo put on our number, she was unaware that I was on my own.
I leapt into the number, giving it plenty of oomph dancing for two. Suddenly, not far into the routine, I felt my feet sliding out from under me. I was falling over backwards and unable to recover my balance. Automatically, I extended my hands to break the fall.
There was a wet patch on the dance floor. I can't say for certain that I stepped on it, at the time I was looking at my audience rather than my feet. The probability is that, as I went up on one toe, I was resting my entire weight on perhaps a square inch of wet floor.
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