I hate dancing. Everyone always expects me to be good at it, to perform their idea of what Blackness means, but I’m not. Like, not at all. I think it’s because I can’t let go in the way that you have to in order to dance. I try to always be measured and controlled, and dancing is none of that. I care too much about what I look like, how each movement looks to others, so moving my body like that would just be exhausting. So I don’t dance. Ever. Well, in public, at least.
