I’ve been doing a lot of dancing lately to this song:
Hands up high, we burning up the sky
We got the dance all crazy, got the club on fire
I like the way you dance, you got me in a trance
My baby she don’t mind at all…
Girl I got you so high, and I know you like,
So come and push it on me, if it feels alright,
When you drop it low, and break me off,
No, she doesn’t mind (aight)
She doesn’t mind (aight)
She doesn’t mind.
Now, while dancing isn’t quite equivalent to sleeping with someone, I think it is worth noting that the kind of dancing many Caribbean people do is rather suggestive. In fact, an island friend told me last night that he once had someone warn him that he might face sexual assault charges for dancing with a girl at a bar one night. The girl, who he’d just met, was from the Caribbean as well, and had suggested that she and my friend “show them how it’s done” in the Caribbean.
If a Jamaican man like Sean Paul has a baby who doesn’t mind him letting another girl push it up on him, I’d say that’s pretty open-minded and on the road to compersion. I’m not going to say that his baby must be okay with the idea of an open relationship or polyamory, but given that there are some people who’d be irked if their partner even danced tamely with someone else, hey, the song makes me happy.