IN WHICH I REFLECT ON THE ENDURING VALUE OF A GOOD ERECTION.
How we hold ourselves is a universal body language in need of little translation. Round shoulders indicate low self esteem, while hunched ones are fearful and defended. Spineless people are, well, spineless. A stooped back is bent from burdens. Feeling depressed, low? Then so hangs our head.
But simply straightening our spine, thrusting our chest out, and dropping our shoulders down and back instantly reverses these negative emotions. Not only is our heart open to giving and receiving love, we simply radiate dignity and confidence; indeed, posture and confidence boost each other, and confidence, by the way, is irresistibly attractive. Meanwhile, lengthening our torso slims us and renders our curves that much curvier.
Let’s exhale a grateful “Aah…” as we feel the immense comfort of being correctly aligned, finally. Balance is hot indeed.
Ballet dancers are the ultimate inspiration for perfect posture. Their erect carriage lends them elegance and arrogance, like they’re God’s gift … and guess what, they are!
Years ago, I’d been walking in Greenwich Village and was waiting at a red light. Who should stride — or strut — up next to me other than the gorgeous genius Russian ballet legend, Rudolf Nureyev. Resplendent from head to toe in black leather, his presence was so commanding, I turned to see who was next to me.
If ever a human being evoked a god, it was Nureyev. Positively other-worldly, he stood straight as a rod, shoulders back and head up. Posture personified. Hot personified.
A diehard fan, I almost gasped, and said the first thing that popped into my head.
“I love you!” I blurted out.
Still keeping his body perfectly erect, Nureyev turned only his head, looked down at me and said, “Thank you.” With that he turned his head away, his chin lifting another notch higher on the haughty meter. I didn’t mind that he was acting like he was all that, because, in fact, he WAS all that … and more!
The light turned green and as he walked away, I reflected on my personal tragedy: as straight as Nureyev’s body was, he, in fact, was not. Regrettably, all that divine cockiness was destined for the gay community.
Because there certainly were several positions beyond fifth which I would have gladly rehearsed with him.
Yours truly,
