Thank you for being such incredible dancers. Every time I dance with each one of you, I am awed and inspired all over again by your magic. I’m reminded why I fell in love with swing in the first place.
Thank you for being gentle with me. I don’t naturally use a lot of tone or tension when I lead, and I always appreciate it when I feel you adjust the tension on your end to let me lead you in a more comfortable way.
Thank you for putting up with me in class. It’s a huge help to me when you honestly follow whatever I’m leading, even when it means you don’t get to practice your best form every time.
Thank you for helping me when I mess up. Thank you for saving that tuck turn, that tandem entrance, that swingout. Thank you for working around my uncertainty to meet the music with a beautiful movement, and for helping me feel confident enough to give you a better lead on my next try.
Thank you for having a sense of humor. The way you turn my mistakes into moments of hilarious appreciation for the weirdness of partnered dancing makes me glow inside.
Thank you for speaking up for yourself. Each time one of you has had the courage and grace to tell me that something isn’t working, I have grown as a dancer.
Thank you for giving me the answer when I don’t even know how to ask the question. I so often hear something in the music that I want to respond to, but I don’t know how, so I open a space – and you fill it up even more perfectly than I could have imagined. I don’t know how you’re so good at that. But you are, and I love it.
Thank you for letting me be playful. When I want to have a solo jazz break, or just mess around or do knee slaps for a full eight counts, you encourage me to explore those ideas by pouring energy and spontaneity into them. I love it when you do that.
Thank you for never treating me differently. I know there are many men who are stronger than I am, more self-confident, who have more endurance and energy. I sometimes wonder if you would rather be dancing with someone else. But your smiling face makes me forget that.
Thank you for loving me in my queerness. While that isn’t the entire reason that I lead, it is part of it, and I feel most loved when I am most visible. Thank you for calling me dapper and bold and handsome and striking. Thank you for allowing me to bring the masculine and feminine parts of myself to my dancing. Thank you for letting me fall in love with you, just a little bit, and for letting that make our dancing more beautiful.
Thank you for never holding back. So many of you have hugged me after our first dance together, have said amazingly kind things to me, have encouraged and loved me into the swing community – without expecting or asking for any acknowledgment of your own invaluable contribution to this dance. I am sorry for the times I have not been just as enthusiastic about you as you are about me. I am trying to do better.
Thank you for being you. Thank you for your energy, your flair, your styling, your incredible gosh dang how-do-they-do-that swivels, your creativity, your voice. Lindy Hop would be a sad dance if I were doing it alone. The next time we see each other, let’s dance, shall we?
A grateful leader