Eccentric? Who, me?

Recently someone at a party who didn't know me very well called me eccentric. She said it several times. At first I was stunned. Completely! I know and regularly hang out with people who are much more eccentric and weird than I! But me, eccentric? But then, I thought about some things that might make me seem a little different.
First, I belly dance. I bare my mid-drift in public with pride!
Second, I love kitsch! Sometimes I stare longingly at vintage belly dance photos and just imagine that I can be as glamorous as the dancers from the fifties, sixties and seventies. I love it all from their handmade coin costumes to their exaggerated Cleopatra eyeliner. And those fabulous American-Cabaret routines! I swoon!
My love of all things fabulous began long before I had discovered belly dance and it's endless sparkle. I have always been a huge disco fan. For months in high school I tortured anyone who wanted a ride in my car with endless looping of the Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert soundtrack. I also always had feather boas and insanely floaty bell-bottomed pants as part of my wardrobe. I had fuchsia hair extensions added to my my bouffant for prom to match the petticoat of my dress.
As an adult, I've had to tone things down a bit. But, I live my fantastic sparkling dream through belly dance costumes and performance. One of the highlights of my belly dance career was dancing in the county fair with a gypsy cob horse named Eli, who was also in full costume.
Most recently my friend and fellow belly dancer Ananda and I opened for a drag show at a local Holiday Inn hotel. When we were asked to perform we weren't told that we were opening for a professional drag show, but I was thrilled to find out once we got there. I only wished that I had worn a full cabaret costume. I felt slouchy in my Sharifwear and L Rose costume next to those women. Wowza! They were dressed to the nines!
So, maybe I am eccentric. I wouldn't have it any other way.