Dancing Days

Dancing is not so regimented, ruled, or only for official dancing times and places.

To think I used to drive out to the far reaches to just find a place that played music I could dance to: A single woman just wanting to dance just for its own sake had my guardian angels working overtime.

I became a club kid almost by default: if I found a place that I could dance even a little, that’s where I went. LOYALLY. The nightclub where I could be found consistently, Berlin saw me coming to dance there for more than two decades.

Though I love my club education and still go dancing in public, the type I like is fewer and farther between,

so a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do.

So with nice, thick foot mats to dance on, great music, the hot, dark roast stimulant of choice, and morning sunlight streaming in,

I adapt house (and forro and amapiano and AM radio soul) into the rhythms of my house.

Dorothy Perry creates photographic objects that carry and contain personal energy. She runs her life on her intuition in Chicago.