It was carnival weekend. Everyone was out in their finest fancy dress, having drinks with friends and smiling.
We got to La Ribera bar at 11:30pm. The band still hadn’t started yet. People were dancing Lindy and having fun.
As usual, there was a large group of people standing on the dance floor, people who (as far as I knew) didn’t dance. I said to some friends “How about we go round and politely ask people to move to the sides?”. My friends responded “Or we just go like this when we dance” and motioned kicking and pushing them.
I decided to ask them politely when the live music started. I started like this:
“Hi guys. Would you mind please moving to the sides because people want to dance?”
The group had about 10 people. The girl next to me pretended like she hadn’t heard.
One guy, who I assumed was gay, said “brrbrbrbrrbrbrbrbr”. (yes, ok, sometimes when the music is loud and I don’t know someone I don’t understand what they say in Spanish)
I asked him to repeat it.
-I’ve bought this drink. This is a bar. I have a right to be wherever I want.
-Yes, of course. But this is the dance floor. There’s a lot of other space in the bar.
-It’s aggressive to ask.
-I don’t understand. How is it aggressive? It’s a question of safety. Girls dancing with heels have really hurt my feet and ankles, more than once.
-Yeah yeah, whatever. We are dancing.
I suppose it was aggressive in a way, because as gay men, these people have probably been told they’re not welcome in a lot of places, in both overt and subtle ways. I’ve experienced being at bars where there is football, and feeling very unwelcome, and getting shouted at for getting up to get a drink and obscuring people’s views.
I waited for the guy to finish his g and t. He held the glass for a long time. Then I asked him to dance.
-Noooo. I don’t know how to dance
He said, with a strange look on his face. Maybe he knew that the dance culture was already too heteronormative. Maybe he was tired of standing up and being himself to that tide of shit.
-Please. I’m a teacher.
-Of course you are.
-Would you like to dance as a leader or a follower?
-A follower I suppose.
-Let’s do it!
-No. Really no.
Soon after they left. I suppose they only came for one drink on their night out. Judging by how rude they were, I suppose they were from out of town, as people tend to be dick heads when they think no one will see them again.
It wasn’t a nice experience. I suffer from anxiety so as soon as he told me “he had every right” etc, I felt very nervous and didn’t want to walk past his group, nor dance near them as I didn’t want to be shoved in to them by leaders who were bowling with followers by accident, or accidentally do that when I dance as a leader with a follower. This is something I don’t observe men being preoccupied with, as they dominate the dance floor, people making space for them. Sigh. How can I learn to be half as confident as a mediocre white man?
What I’ve learned:
Bring lollipops to partner dance events to give to people who get the frick off the dance floor. SWEET SWING BABY! YEAH!