Early into my tenure as a new line-dancing enthusiast, I found myself in Chatsworth, alone on a Friday night. I was looking for action — the country dance kind. It was not yet dusk when I entered the ...

Last spring, I traveled to Albuquerque, New Mexico, to visit friends and check out the local queer country dance scene. The sun set neon pink behind rows of adobe houses as roadrunners darted through ...

One recent Wednesday night in Atlanta, dozens of people gathered in a studio space armed with water bottles, hand fans, towels and an expectation to be in sync. There were hugs among the regulars ...