More Live Journal stuff: it’s kind of addicting peeking into strangers’ lives. Here’s Anne, Chicago dancer:

The square dance on Sunday was my first dance with straight people. Ho-lee shit. I’m used to dancing with middle-aged gay men in street clothes laughing and whooping it up, and suddenly here were a thousand somber elderly people in petticoats and bolo ties. At one point, I was looking for a partner, and one of the straight guys came up. I said, “Oh, sorry, I dance the guy’s part,” and one of the gay guys who’d come along said, “Oh, I’ll trade with you, I can dance both parts.” I’m not sure I can describe the look on the straight guy’s face when he realized he would be dancing with a man. He looked as if he thought he might have his ass grabbed at any moment.

In a previous entry, she says: ” I joined a gay square dance club in the fall, it’s a blast, and yes, it’s unimaginably dorky. I love it.”

I’ve found two square dance callers so far; one posts frequently, one not so. I still can’t find any pattern to the types of people who claim square dancing as one of their interests.