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DAWN PORTER shares…
No one puts Dawn in
the corner…
y dress gathered
around my neck as my
legs flew high into the
M air. I spread them wide
above me in a move
that simply said, “I am open to this”.
I was writhing with disobedient
passion, feeling the air between my
thighs and letting my hands push
down onto the floor. I pulsed in time
to the music allowing myself to
be taken wherever it was I was to be
taken. Just as the climax was coming
I sprung to my feet, punched the air
and roared, “GOLD!”
I was lost in music.
The response to the dance routine
that I do to Spandau Ballet’s mega hit
Gold (an inexplicable choice of song
that became my signature party
piece back in college) is always a
mixed one from my long-suffering
friends and family, and on this
occasion – my 30th birthday party
– there were no exceptions.
Having moved to Los Angeles
around 10 months earlier, no one
other than my sister and my father
who had flown over for a holiday, had
known me for more than a year. It
was an odd choice, to throw a big
party for a group of almost strangers,
but I had always dreamed of having a
spectacular 30th bash, so unfamiliar
guests or not, it was happening.
I started the night calmly enough.
When the first few guests dribbled
through the door I was sheepish and
grateful. “Thanks so much for coming,”
I repeated. And repeated. By 9.30pm
things were looking great. The room
was full, everyone’d had a drink (I had
a bottle), and even though I wasn’t
sure of everyone’s names I was having
fun. There was just one problem…
no one was dancing.
The party was being held in one
of my new friend’s workout studios
(how LA is that??) and I had hired
a black and white checked
dance floor for the night. It
was extravagant I know, but
that wouldn’t matter to
me as long as it saw
some action. When
10.30pm ticked by
and not one toe was
tapping I had to take
matters into my own
hands. I rushed over
to my iPod.
My sister ran after me.
“Dawn, you’re not going to
do what I think you’re going to
do are you?” She was referring
to my 29th birthday party when
I allowed Spandau Ballet to take
me to the land of knicker-flashing
and head spins.
I ignored her concerns and took to
the floor. The music started. “Thank
you for coming home…” I was off –
nothing could stop me. Not even the
fact that hardly anyone was watching.
When the song ended I stood – still
alone – on the dance floor. The
applause lasted seconds, if that.
“I ignored my sister’s concerns and
took to the floor. The music started.
I was off – nothing could stop me”
I moseyed to the side of the room
and took a seat. My sister stared at
me horror-struck.
“Wow,” said a man’s voice I didn’t
recognise, “That was a brave choice.”
I looked up. “Thank you,” I replied,
as I began to fall madly in love.
One One year year on on and and that man is my
boyfriend. My routine might not have
scored me points with my new friends,
but when it came to finding the man of
my dreams it worked a treat. As far as
I’m concerned, I struck GOLD!
Email Dawn at dawn.porter@stylist.co.uk
It’s a known
fact that
women like
to go to the
loo in pairs,
but a recent
shopping trip to
a department
store left me
confused.
I queued for
around six
minutes to get
into one huge
cubicle with not one on
but TWO toilets. Is
this the future? Is
this how we’ll be ab able
to pee quicker?
Rather than one at
a time we’ll be having havi
a wee together?
I actually think this
is a brilliant idea.
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Every Christmas I buy
my
sister some sort of flee fleecy
item. One year it was a
dressing gown, anothe another
a pair of
pyjamas. pyjam
Last year, y
I got her h
a baby
blue
‘onesie’ ‘onesi
(like a
romper rompe suit
for adults). ad
But this year’s was the
best
yet: I got her a ‘Snuggie’. ‘Snuggi
A blanket with sleeves. sleeves
GENIUS. You can eat your
dinner without ge�ing ge�ing cold
arms! What more cou could
anyone want in life?
THE SNUGGIE: TAKING
SLOBBING OUT TO
A WHOLE NEW LEVEL
getsnuggie.com
Here’s the
thing…
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