OUT FITS — Soft Butch Goes Dancing

Early summer evening. Smell of wet pavement.
Bright light diffused through cloud cover.
The air thick with moisture. Soft on the skin.

The line forms early — that’s the whole point.
Tickets scanned.
Eyes struggling to adjust to the dark interior.

Heartbeat climbing as the dance floor comes into view.
Journey. MJ. Britney.
Backstreet Boys. Shania. Nelly. Beyoncé.

Women of every variety from wall to wall.
But for me —  only one.

Whitney comes on.
She grabs my hand. Pulls me into the crowd.
I wanna dance with somebody who loves me.

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