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I started blogging publicly again for three reasons. Firstly, I like writing. I'm much better at writing than I am at talking, and probably better at writing than thinking, to be honest. Secondly, I wanted to get rid of the fear of people reading what I write. It's a nothingy little personal blog, and it's never going to have much of a readership, but it's here and people can read it (and occasionally they do, and even more occasionally someone says something nice about it, and then my world gets a little bit brighter). Thirdly, I like these blogs. I like silly personal blogs that don't really have an audience to cater to and post about whatever the author wants to post about. I've read hundreds of things which say that nobody cares, nobody's interested in your dull day or your personal feelings, write about bigger things your audience can relate to. Well, I care. I'm interested in your dull day and your personal feelings, provided you can type legibly. I'm interested in the thing you do that I also do, the thing you do that I wouldn't do for a roomful of puppies, diamonds and ice cream, the thing that really pisses you off for no real reason. I'm interested in the happy things, the sad things, the weird things, the mundane things. Fuck trying to be relevant to the wider community, tell me about the time you went food shopping and you found a really weird-looking potato.

I read other people's personal blogs. If you're a Facebook friend of mine who likes to link to their blog posts, I've read yours. Certainly the posts you've linked, and probably back a bit further too. They're not all on my regular reading list, but the ones with an interesting voice - which is certainly more than half of them, to my mind - I go back to time and time again. You write about your fun-filled adventurous life? I read it. You write about your struggles with mental health and/or bereavement? I read it, and probably cry. You write about parenting a child I've never met? I read it. I know all about babywearing and extended breastfeeding and reusable nappies and different rates of child development and what horrendous things giving birth can do to a body, and I find it fascinating despite having all the maternal instinct of a fairy cake.

I also read the blogs of dance teachers I know, or know of. My dancer friends (and occasionally the teachers themselves, if I'm friends with them) will post links, and I read them all, because I love dance and I love other people's perspectives on dance. I often wonder if I should stop doing this, because I hate them all. OK, I don't hate them all. Quite a few of them are written by very professional people running a very professional blog on their very professional website, which don't colour my opinion on the authors as dance teachers at all. This is probably the best way to approach it unless you're an exceptional writer who has exactly the right instincts for this sort of thing. But I like personal stuff. I want to read opinions! ...riiiiight up until I read them, and then I hate them all.

Dance teachers are just people; people who look very pretty when they move and are good at teaching other people how to look pretty when they move. There's no reason to expect them to be able to present themselves well through the medium of the written word, or to want to take a critical eye to the state of their local scene and their own approaches. But I can't shake my unfair expectations. I want to read a dance teacher's personal opinion and feel like I would be encouraged, safe, and free in their scene. I want to read posts that express potentially controversial views while still being mindful of their authority and position. I want to read perspectives I haven't heard before, phrased eloquently and tactfully. I want to read staunch advocacy for scene safety and consent culture that includes concrete actions they've taken to embed this in scenes where they have responsibility. I'd also quite like them to be funny, because I like funny. Most of all I want to read what they write and be inspired to learn from them and dance with them.

It's a lot to ask. Too much. I'll never find a dance teacher who runs this kind of blog, and that's OK. In fact, it's probably for the best, since the combination of dancing and writing would probably be too much for me and I'd start following them to every festival they taught at like some kind of horrendous fangirl. But all the dance-teacher blogs I've read that express personal opinions, I hate. I hate them to the extent that I will actively avoid being taught by these people, and in some cases, actively avoid dancing with them. I don't want to learn from someone who will proclaim that nobody gets to call themselves a dancer unless they're Pina Bausch. I don't want my scene leader to be a drama llama. I don't want teachers who are so determined to be contrary, or so determined to oppose someone else's opinions on everything, that they write post after post of rude shit about perfectly well-accepted styles or choices that affect them in no way whatsoever. And I really, really don't want teachers who openly dismiss sexual assault, place the 'traditional' on a pedestal, and urge the cutting of slack for men while expressing disgust at women who complain (yes, I am going to link that post every time I write about dance, because it's either that or have a paraphrase of the exact same sentiment in every single post).

It makes me sad, because now there are several amazing dancers I'll never feel comfortable dancing with. There are teachers whose lessons would just depress and discourage me after reading their thoughts on their students. There are scenes I wouldn't feel safe dancing in anymore. What's worse, these isolated opinions make me more wary of other teachers, whose thoughts I haven't read and whose views I haven't heard. Why would they be any different just because they don't write about it? I become convinced that it's easier to just not dance with teachers, because they'll be judging my technique and that's no fun, and maybe I should just dance with people who I know for a fact enjoy a dork-dance interlude.

Part of me thinks I should just avoid reading this stuff anymore. Stop reading and just start dancing. After all, they're all just people, and a lot of people have fucking terrible opinions on things. If I don't know someone's a judgemental arsehole, I can just dance with them and walk away none the wiser, right? I have more dance and less bad feeling in my life, everyone wins.

Except, if my dance teacher believes "men are the leads, women are the follows, that's the traditional way; I know people can do the other role, but let's not be pedantic about this" I want to know that. If I'm giving money to someone who is paying lip service to an inclusivity they don't really subscribe to, I want to know that. If I'm dancing in a place where the scene leaders protect creeps (and gropers, and people who have punched multiple people in the face) from repercussions, I definitely want to know that. I want to support safe, inclusive environments run by safe, inclusive teachers, and if that's not where I am, I need to have the knowledge to protect myself.

On a less dramatic level, I want to know about the people teaching me. The way this scene is set up - its size, its dance style, the devotion of its members - you have to like and respect your teachers. You have to buy into their philosophy, you have to trust what they're telling you, you have to understand where they're coming from, and you have to want to share a whisky with them afterwards. Otherwise, what's the point?

So I'm going to keep reading. Sometimes it will make me cross, but I want to know. And maybe if I read widely enough, I'll come across dancers - maybe not teachers, but dancers - who write about dance in a way that inspires me. And if not? I'll read whatever they want to write about. Hair, depression, ferrets, anything. I'm listening.