Queer Tango
Tonight I had my first queer tango lesson, and it was wonderful. It was at a hip little bar in San Telmo, my very own neighborhood. I danced with maybe 5 girls over the course of the night, most of whom were able to translate the teachers lessons into english. Thank goodness for them. And I would tell you more, but it is late, and I am tired.
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I can't even imagaine! There you are, trying to learn to Tango, when the lessons on how to do so are being given in another language. New dance. New language. New land. You are entirely brave and ballsy and I am so proud of you. It sounds like you are having a great time, and for that I am glad, but I still do miss you. Very much. Be well Samanthia. I am thinking of you! Also, I will be in shoes similar to yours this summer. I have decided to move to Germany. I have yet to learn to speak a word, other than Liebling (which means Darling). I suppose if said in the right way, that word alone could get me far! Kisses! XO
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