Dancing With A Drunk Old Lady Was a Wild Ride — That Helped Me Heal From Ageism

The man couldn’t speak, but he sure knew how to twerk. The outside concert wasn’t playing twerk music, but the disabled 45-year-old man didn’t care. He came to twerk, and that’s all there was to it. I watched as the man, let’s call him Silent Twerker, held onto the stage’s edge, popping his boo-tay to the crowd behind him. Perfectly in time with <a href="http://ashesandarrows.com/" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Ashes and Arrows</a>’ alternative music. Not twerk music at all. But do you really need twerk music to shake your glutes? No, and the rump-shakin’ man knew what I often forgot: You don’t need the right circumstances to be happy. To do what feels right. All you need is your inner flame. He laughed loudly, mouth wide open, spinning, popping. Unfiltered joy. No one and nothin’ was gonna get in his way. He had himself, a butt to pop, and a smile and cackle for everyone else. He was the first person to blow the sky off this concert. <a href="https://medium.com/crows-feet/dancing-with-a-drunk-old-lady-was-a-wild-ride-that-helped-me-heal-from-ageism-901672cf09c3">Visit Now</a>