I Went to an Erotic Dance Workshop but I Don’t Feel More Sexy
It’s twilight now and I’m standing in front of an empty chair, a little chilly and nervous, wearing only a bra and tiny shorts - called ‘booty shorts’, as I had learnt earlier that day. I’m surrounded by other scantily-clad women, mainly in their mid- to late-20s, also waiting by their chairs. The room is dark, thankfully, with tealight candles and the fragrance of whatever was burnt and wafted around to ‘cleanse the energy’ hanging thickly in the air. The men walk in. About two thirds of them are the partners of the women and the other third are strangers, carefully curated by the workshop facilitators for single women and for those who opted to undertake this ritual with an unknown partner. They sit down, the music starts, and the instructions begin. Tonight I am playing the role of the seductress, in order to own my sexuality, connect with the ‘divine feminine’ energy (a concept completely divorced from gender) within all of us, and reconcile my sexuality with a higher consci...