Sunday, December 06, 2009

Weird?

The underground room is full of people my parents would not approve of. Young men in make-up and bondage trousers. Young women in corsets and stilettos with eleborate hair and spiky jewellery. Leather and pvc.

Industrial noise fills the air; then loud German rock then Radiohead's Creep "I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo" gets everyone onto the dancefloor.

This is where I feel at home. I can dance by myself and no-one hassles me. I can hold my man's hand and kiss a girl and no-one looks askance at us.

It gets crowded in here but no-one ever makes trouble. If someone bumps into you on the dancefloor, you exchange smiles. If someone knocks over your drink they buy you another.

Leaving at 2.30am we hear the sounds of brawling in the regular bar next door.


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12 comments:

George S Batty said...

the freedom to express one's self does not seem weird to me. not allowing that expression is the weird part of the world. Dance on my young friend.

Crafty Green Poet said...

gs - hence the questionmark, thanks!

Dee Martin said...

This would definitely mean leaving my comfort zone but so would the brawling bar next door. Every generation needs their time to dance :)

Jeeves said...

Freedom. That matters a lot, doesnt it

Paul said...

Sounds like a great night and not all wierd to me.

Linda Jacobs said...

I like the way your bring that contrast in at the end!

floreta said...

i like this. i feel comfortable there too. great atmosphere!

Tumblewords: said...

Looks like a difference between polite and rude. Brawling at the next door bar is a fine ending!

Marja said...

Oh how wonderful it is to be young and find your own way

Old Egg said...

Sounds like a great place. Where was it again?

Beth Camp said...

I'd rather dance than brawl, and I agree -- not weird at all!

Cynthia said...

Sounds like being lost in a
late-night movie, you are
compelled to watch over and
over again.