I was in a cafe the other day and one of my favourite pop songs came on. For a moment I was – as the lyric goes – lost in music. While I don’t listen to as much new stuff as I used to, music is still something that moves me.
The right tune summons memories long thought lost and there are times when I’ve found myself deeply moved by certain lyrics. Yeah, this jaded heart of mine still beats 😉 But, for me at least, the dance floor is where I find freedom. I do know I need to ‘dial it down’ a bit when in Richard mode, but on a trans night out, there’s no such bar.
On those rare nights out – either at Chams, or rarely still, in the real world – I’m free to move as I want. The music takes me away and if only for a night, nothing else matters except the moment to express myself in the joy of being able to dance freely.
Happy memories eh? So is this true for you? Is there a special number that you can’t keep your feet still to?