Today I went to NM Dancewear as my ballet slippers were, well I had 3 ballet slippers but none had a match.
I hadn't taken note before that they had the same door size poster of Mikhail Baryshnikov that I stared at 5 days a week for many years as a pre-teen and teenager. The poster hung across from the bar so if you were in the front of the line on the right side you stared right at this incredibly good looking man. The poster was probably pretty close to his actual size. So you would turn and there he was staring right at you watching you as you did your plies and ront de jambes. It was always a treat to go across the room doing grand jete practically right into his arms. Then I realized that I wasn't staring at the man himself but that I was staring at Mikhail Baryshnikov's package for many years. How can you not? Really?
(Unfortunately I could not find a google image of said poster, it was quite defining)
Its a little like watching Labyrinth. I mean is anyone actually looking at anything else but David Bowie's package? Really?
I'm sure somewhere I have a twisted sexuality from years of ballet dancing. I read somewhere once that ballet can mold some into fetishists due to the restrictive, tight fitting clothing and the strict discipline that it takes to be a ballerina at such a young age.
I'm really starting to believe it after looking at Mikhail Baryshnikov's package as an adult.
After reminding myself what an incredibly good looking man he is with an incredibly good looking package, I think I want to get some dick tonight. *cough* *cough*, husband are you reading this?