Experience is not what happens to you; it's what you do with what happens to you.
Debra asked me to dance. Ooooh nooooo. What does a straight girl do? She dances. I had an urge to be asked by Deb (as Debbie and Sabrina). She was a tall thin cowgirl type. Very intelligent, trying for acceptance at A&M for veterinary school. But she was preoccupied with Cynthia, much to Sabrina’s chagrin.
Without provocation, both Anna and Debra, independent of each other started to use me as a confidant. Anna wanted to be with a more feminine women. (she didn’t think…no…please no)! Debra secreted the same wish to me. They both wanted a more feminine woman. And since I was not informed about the gay lifestyle, I immediately drew the conclusion that I was going to be sandwiched between the two of them, such was my narcissistic, bible studying, judgmental self. And there were quite a few women with broken bones out that night. I figured the sex must be rough .Anna reassured me, it was softball and soccer injuries.
I accepted Debra’s request to dance. Bootsie watched intently.
“That woman needs something to do” Debra retorted as we moved to the dance floor.
As Debra pulled me to the dance floor holding my hand, she turned to me and laid that hand on her left shoulder. I moved it to the back of her head and started twirling her hair.
Yes, I did it purposely to get a reaction. I mean, that's what she has been doing to me.
She smiled. I thought for certain she was going to pull my hand away and say "Now we're not having any of this, are we?"
She pulled me closer. I tried to reoccupy my myself by watching my feet do a two-step.
She and Anna had given me two-stepping directions at home. I was a quick study and learned without them pasting footprint markers on the floor. I did it to humor them. I had no intention of dancing or touching in any way.
Yet there I was, in Debra’s arms and shaking like a leaf . It wasn’t as if I never danced with women before. (okay, I've never danced with a woman before) I was trembling noticeably, she held me close, too close for comfort.
"I'm not gonna hurt you" she whispered in my ear.
"I know, this is just so..." I had no idea what it was.
"So, how do you like it' she asked
"How do I like dancing"
"No, how do you like all of this, my friends, the bar?" She said quietly
"I know you friends already Debra I wouldn't pick any"
"Oh, cmon, just pretend" "Okay Deb"
Debra laughed, but never told Deb, until we left.
But then the song ...
I get so high with you I may never come down..
when forever starts....
there's no stopping your heart
As if in reflex, I fell closer in as she pulled me in. I was lost in the moment as suddenly another hand brushed over mine and stopped at my wedding ring, I jumped, Debra jumped, and Bootsie smiled.
"The next song is for you,” she said
We headed back to the table.
"Anna asked what the altercation was on the dance floor
“Nothing, Bootsie said the next song is for Dianne.” She responded, “as if anyone can determine what the DJay was going to play next” she continued, “I gave the DJay $10 once to play a song especially for someone” Debra continued “and it still took an hour before she got around to it” "They never play the songs you ask for."
“This is for Dianne” announced the DJay "with two n's"and the song said it all. “Like hell it is” Debra shot back. As the music faded. “If we don’t continue to dance” she said, “Bootsie might think you are saving it for her” .
Saving what? Hmmmm. Oh, saving a dance for her.
Bravery was not Bootsie's strong suit. In the ensuing years, Bootsie and I were reckless in our mutual desire. But Bootsie would turn tail and run rather than get in a physical altercation. Yet she managed to incite these situations more often than not.
Debra rose from her chair as Anna reached for her, and Bootsie dropped her rag and serving tray and scurried behind the bar. Debra could look scary, but she resembled a Cabbage Patch doll more than GI Joe. Affectionately, I called her “Rambo Patch”.
We had a brief respite from Bootsie which seemed to calm Debra and in turn the entire table. I was surprised to find myself craning my neck, looking for her. Then a spotlight scanned the floor as a rather rotund woman, in a “cleaning lady” get up appeared. The costume was stuffed in the front and the back. She romanced her broom while dancing to “Don’t mess with my Toot Toot”. It was the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen, and it was Bootsie. That night was one of the most enjoyable times I ever had.
We went to the House of Pies after the club closed and were joined by half Kindred Spirit’s clientele and staff. I ran to the ladies room… drunk. I started singing like some four year-old I ran to the ladies room. I started singing like some four year-old.
When I came out of the stall there she was, there I was, okay there we were. You need me to be the executor of your friend’s estate,” Bootsie said as she moved towards the door to let me out“; I can make that happen soon”
As I write and remember that precious night, I am at once sad as two of these people, half of the main players (Debra, Anna, Bootsie and I) in this saga would be taken from us forever.
Too young and too hopeful. They will be missed. But they will be remembered. I will make certain.
Beginning of Book
Yes, this is absolutely positively true. If you lived this wouldn't you write about it? Some of the names of characters in this blog are fictitious. This is an account of actual events. Some of the events have been compiled together for the flow of the story. Even when I read my own work, I wonder how it could be so. But if you study your own life and compartmentalize it into less than 200 pages, you would be surprised how interesting it really is!
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