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I haven't posted for so long that I almost forgot my blogger password.

Today's post starts off all about pilates and I think YorN might be the only person who'll be genuinely interested. You'll see why soon, I'm about to get dancer dorky. I had a session with a fellow trainee and she rocks. She has a great eye and has really helped to start balance me out. She's noticed that the right side of my body is much more developed than my left and that I totally cheat at exercises to compensate. This morning I told her that I wanted to work on a specific series because I was having a lot of trouble with my scapulae flaring out. I mentioned that my scapulae are crazy because even when I'm just standing there they start to poke out from my back and I could not figure out how to keep them down. First and only of all, in my pilates and my old dance classes, the instructors were always talking about finding the lats (the latissimus dorsi, a huge muscle of the back) and pulling them down. So today, Megan (the fellow trainee) and I started experimenting and we discovered that when I'm told to pull my lats down what I actually do is depress my scapulae by contracting my rhomboids. I couldn't access my lats at all! And this whole time that's totally what I thought I was doing! I was horribly upset that I was so lacking in body awareness. We spent the next 10 minutes just trying to get me to find my lats. I was finally able to but then keeping that awareness and performing exercises is really hard. Like, really hard. Then, after we had done some more pilates, Megan showed me some more exercises I could do just for my lats because once again, my right side is more developed than my left. I started concentrating on those and noticed that when looking in the mirror in front of me I actually had a great view of my back, it being reflected from the mirror behind me. So I of course stripped off my shirt so I could really see those lats working. It helped a lot. And really, my back looks pretty good, maybe hot even. I then became fascinated with the imbalances in my back when I was just standing still. Namely, my right scapula juts out and up much more noticeably than my left. I played with trying to bring it back into alignment but now it's 5 hours later and I must have concentrated on it too much because now all I can feel is that shouderblade poking out and it's starting to hurt and really drive me crazy.

No segue...

A few nights ago MNS and Pants had a karaoke party and I was invited. Now, I've never sang karaoke before, ever and I told MNS that I probably wasn't going to start anytime soon. She and I are pretty much on the same wavelength when it comes to karaoke. But after watching her brave a few songs I figured I'd better step up. And step up I did. I quickly drank 3 beers, which gave me an extra boost of light headed confidence (particularly since I hadn't eaten since lunch), went to the front of the room and belted out Bjork's It's Oh So Quiet. Wow bam! Zing boom! I put energy into that fucker! When I sat down MNS just looked at me for a moment then said, "I've never seen this side of you. I've known you for so long and have never seen you like this." And that was just a precursor. Later I sang Don't Tell Mama with MNS's sister, Beta, complete with ass slaps and body caresses. Upon sitting down this time MNS leaned over and whispered in a surprised, slightly conspiratorial/complimentary tone, "You are such a fag. Really faggy." Who knew? Now you do.

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