Initial efforts to get me onto a dance floor – back when I first came out – were met with a lot of resistance. Only after a great deal of coaxing (and no small amount of alcohol – or “grabby juice” as it’s since been termed) was I finally able to loosen up enough, shed my inhibitions, and shake what my momma gave me. (Confession: I used to carry a hip-flask of tequila to the club.)
Nowadays, while I still require a little alcohol to get my groove started, I love to just be immersed in the thumpthumpthump of great house music – which is where we were on Saturday evening. We tagged along with some friends who drove all the way into town from Stittsville to spend some time on the dance floor at Flamingo (or as I like to call it, The Flaming O) – one of the handful of gay clubs in Ottawa.
Usually, gay clubs in Ottawa focus on remixes of current hiphop and top40 songs – but the DJ at Flamingo was spinning house music. While he wasn’t very good at blending between songs, his choice of music can’t be faulted. I had a great time.
I have to wonder though, how many more years I have left before I’m not going to be welcome at places like this. As it stands, I only manage to get to a club three or four times a year. Thankfully, Flamingo seems to cater to a fairly broad age range, but generally it’s no secret that night clubs – gay clubs especially – are the dominion of the young. Eventually, they’re gonna turn me away for being too old.
That’s fair, I suppose. After all, clubs are primarily used as places for young people to pick up or to meet a life partner (yeah, good luck!) – and who needs some old man stuck in the way? Thing is, when I’m dancing, I’m not at all concerned with what’s going on around me. I’m not there to gawk at guys or to interrupt their mating rituals. I just like to dance. Yeah, I’ll socialize with the friends I came with, but give me a little space on the floor and I’ll be happy in my own head for hours.
I suppose if and when it does happen that I get too old to be comfortable in these spaces, I could always “graduate” to clubs for older people – but I worry those places will focus too much on retro club hits rather than current house music. I can dance to retro for a little while, but it gets tiresome quickly.
Oh well, maybe I’ll just lose interest before this becomes an issue. But until they kick me out, I’m gonna take every opportunity I can to shake my boo-tay!