Thursday, February 4, 2010

Good ol' BYU

I went to BYU this evening--or last night, if you want to be technical--to meet and support another blogger (great job, by the way) at the ballroom class labs (as well as to evaluate how my bronze level students would hold up against bronze level BYU students).

To be honest, I had mixed feelings being back there, especially watching ballroom. Part of me actually wants to go back, but most of me is very glad I left.

But I did realize a couple of things:

I am Not a "Dancer"

Don't get me wrong; I'm not saying that I'm swearing off dancing or that I don't think I'm good at dancing.

What I mean is that I don't take myself seriously on the dance floor. I dance for enjoyment, to entertain, and because... well... because I am good at it. It's a talent that I enjoy developing.

Before I am a dancer, though, I am by far a teacher and entrepreneur.

However, dance is the perfect string to tie the teacher and entrepreneur parts of me together. It is much more marketable than anything else I would love to teach (such as French, Philosophy, Creative Writing, Math, Logic, or Computer Programming).

And even though the technique curriculum is the same, I still get to be creative with the routines each semester and with the choreography for the performances (not to mention all the creativity in writing the performances, themselves--I'm currently writing my Halloween performance for my first ballroom & tap showcase teams). Being creative without boundaries is a must for me if I am to enjoy my work.

So, while I love to dance and teach dance, I wouldn't really classify myself as a dancer.

I am Not Ashamed of Being Gay

Unlike my previous days at BYU, I had absolutely none of those "... I can't let anyone even guess that I might be gay..." pings deep within.

In fact, I made up a game (now, I'm not assuming I'm the only one to play such a game) that I'm sure totally outed me to several people.

I call it "Marco Homo," and the rules are as follows:

First, I make eye contact with a potential gay boy. Then I give a very subtle "knowing" smile and nod (not an "I want you" look; it is easily mistaken as a friendly "hey" nod... at least I hope--I didn't get any negative reactions, anyway...).

I score thusly:
  1. If he blushes, looks away too quickly, or reacts oddly, he's most likely gay;
  2. If he smiles and nods back, he's straight; or
  3. If he smiles and nods back and then takes another look back after he walks by, he's definitely gay.
I thought it was fun.


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  2. Interesting game. I'm sure I would have responded as a #3, even when I was in denial about being gay. :)

  3. Lol! I probably would have scowled at any stranger who did that to me last night.

  4. I'd like to be on the Olympic team for "Marco Homo." I'll be taking donations for a jaunt to Vancouver if anyone would like to contribute.

  5. PG: I haven't been able to find this pro dancer whom I resemble... so, obviously, they were only after my lucky charms.


    My view is much too complex to be understood by those who have not received level 9.


    I'm glad you finally found me. I was all, "Where's the Asian kid dancing the Paso Doble? Is it him? He didn't mention buying a vest, too... but his movements are very gong fu..."

    Oh, and I can't make any promises; I may just end up getting high on surge, going back in time, getting a sex change, and getting knocked up... I mean, you know how I am with u-turns.

    M. Curie: Heh, I would have reacted as a #1.

    boskers: I don't think I got any scowls, so you must not have walked in front of me. Although, I usually wait for the guy to initiate the eye contact.

    GMB: I'm glad we can have a gay mormon boy representing in the Olympics; I'm no where near the level of Olympic worthiness.

  6. Ow! So, how if the person you stare and smile just stare back at you and has a confused "why you smiled to me" look?