weird dances

Things I Overheard At Work Today

“Do you watch Ru’s Drag Race?”
“Um yeah, I’m not a Nazi.”

“No, no. Just the tip. The thrust is later. Coincidentally this is also a conversation I had last night.”

“WHERE’S MY BAEEEEEE? Oh there she is. She’s eating a chicken sandwich. Whatta queen.”

“That’s a weird dance, it looks like you’re trying to be the avatar. Like with the way you’re stepping and stuff.”
“Well I’m genderbending, does that count?”

Humans are weird: Songs everyone know.

Kun’aquk is new to this whole ‘bringing humans out into space’ thing, but he feels like he know what he’s doing. He’s read the guides, and has gotten help from other companions aboard the small (in his mind, not in the humans. Apparently, they don’t have ships as big as the average Galopertaions) ship, only containing a quonton full of alien species. 

Kun’aquk feels he knows what to expect, and how to deal with certain situations, like if a human goes missing or brings back a non-toxic Avregation as a ‘pet’. So, he braces himself, and heads down to the work station of the group of humans, referred to as the specialists. 

He rounds the corner and faces the gravitational steel door, waiting for entry. Nothing happens. He presses one of his talons against the communication button and speaks through it in a gargled voice.

“This is Kun’aquk of Sector 318. I am hear for an observation course.” He clicks off and waits for entry again. This time the gravitational door opens and he steps through. 

He is approached by a young human, and going by his observations, it is a female. 

“Hey sorry man, couldn’t hear ya. Jackson over there was playing his music too loud. I’m Gabbie.” She sticks out her appendage and bares her teeth. At first, Kun’aquk feels threatened, and almost raises the gland beneath his digestive sack to show dominance, but remembers this is the humans way of being “friendly”. He looks down and the pale appendage and looks back up at her face questioningly. “Oh, sorry. I’m Gabbie of Sector 561, Terra.” She lets her appendage drop, but continues to bare her teeth in a “smile”. “Take a seat where ever you need to. Please refrain from staring, I know that is something you species likes to do, but with the gooey sack in the front of your head, and the four eyes, it kinda creeps us out. No offense.” Kun’aquk’s ear tufts turn a shade of pink, for confusion, but he remains silent. “Uhh, hmm. Jackson likes to play his music, I like to knit in my free time. Sam over there likes reading, so you’ll find him doing that, and Sara, the one up on the supportive beams, likes to sculpt things out of spare parts. Today is our day off, so not much is going to be happening, if you don’t mind. Annndd.., that should be all. I think. If you have a question, feel free to say it out loud, it’s not rude.” Kun’aquk nods, and his eyes follow Gabbie back to her seat before he takes out his tablet and clicks a few buttons, taking notes down. 

It’s been a bit of time, an hour, as humans would call it. The room has a calm atmosphere, filled with music from Jackson, and clicks and clinks of metal from Sara as she sculpts. No one is talking, and everyone is minding their own business, when the song changed on the radio. It’s lyrics begin to fill the air.

“Young man. 

There’s no need to feel down. 

I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.” 

“Is that YMCA?” Sara questions from the beams. Sam puts down his book.

“Yeah I think so.” Kun’aquk put’s down in his notes, “Are familiar to certain musical tunes.” 

Gabbie turns to Jackson. “Dude, turn it up!”

“You can. Stay there! And I’m sure you’ll find many ways to have. A. Good. Time.” 

“Shush it’s coming up!” Sam whispered while standing up with the rest of the group.

“It’s fun to stay at the Y,” The group of humans throw up their arms to form a ‘Y’. “MCA!” Everyone continues to move their body to match the letters being spoken in the song. Kun’aquk looks around in confusion. To humans regularly move their bodies to certain songs? The song ends, and the humans turn back to their activities, like nothing happened.

Kun’aquk turns to his tablet and writes in his notes.

“Humans recognize certain sounds produced by any creature. Do not make any recognizable sounds, as the humans will move their bodies as a way of intimidation.”

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I don’t draw her too often, since I have a bit of a hard time with her, but I do still enjoy her design! So here she is!

Humans are weird: Dancing

I lately started reading a lot of the humans are weird/space orcs||space australia||etc posts (I love them!) and I suddenly realised that diversity in humans is everywhere. Not just the obvious things like appearance, hobbies and lifestyle, but also traditions, legends, music, and dancing.

And my thoughts focused on dancing.

Like?? We have some dances that are widely known and danced, like the tango or the waltz, but there traditional dances, which are those dances that tend to be ‘‘regionally exclusive’‘? Like, danced by a certain group of people, usually defined by ethnicity (another concept that might or might not be understood by aliens).

Perhaps some aliens see our pair dances as ritualistic (in a sense, they are, I mean, the wedding waltz) or our group dances, like hiphop or ballet.

And then we have solo dances like belly dancing, pole dancing and striptease that many aliens might see as a mating call of some sort (I would argue that belly dancing isn’t erotic or provocative as the other two but that’s not the point here)

Point is, whenever two humans say they know dancing, chances are they don’t dance the same thing and aliens are confused like??? how many different kind of dances do you humans have??? what purpose do they serve???