| | Maybe it's a tango thing - this desire to dance that tanda where you and your partner lose track of who's leading, who's following.. where you start, where she ends.. that feeling of perfect harmony, precise & delicate balance - consciousness without feeling self-conscious.
To say that it's better than sex somehow only seems to cheapen. Like false modesty or worse, false disinterest - we can try to play it down, so that we'll blend in with the "normal people." But who's kidding who?
Instead we'll drive for hours, fly across countries, spend our last dollars; yet never admit to non-dancer friends & family that this addiction is more narcotic than any chemical substance - that even when we go cold turkey for 40 days & 40 nights.. the feeling doesn't go away, and we lay awake at night, thinking about that dance.. you know, the one when..
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| | Posted 8/5/2009 1:44 AM - 37 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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