Reflections, Reflections

I was shocked. “What the fluck?! You come to try out a dance class and you get some porn-strip-mtv lesbian shit!” A few other dance moves go by and she does it again. “What's next?” I asked myself. Are they going to splash water on her t-shirt? Are the male bodybuilder instructors dancing next to her going to do the massaging? Or are other pigs of women going to go for it? Are lesbian shits going to grab her crotch? I just quit the class and walked out. To note, I was the only person in a very large class with varying age groups, although reasonably constituted by a younger crowd, with a majority of women, who saw a problem with any of the “performance.”