Is this where the sexy get free?
Or does the freedom make them sexy?
This Wednesday, I went to a paradigm altering event known as "Estatic Dance". It would be considered a dance club, if you subtracted the need to impress and establish value. My fly gear was useless and my dance moves were far too calculated. The dancing was free form and chaotic.
Others channeled their ancestors
Some just waved their arms in a hippie-like manner
A few got naked
I thought I was free before this moment. But I realized that I was chained to the rhythm...I was bound to this need to feel sexy...My two-step made me feel like I had cement shoes on. Watching them gallop around and make waves from their bodies, I soon got with the program. I felt compelled to jump and skip and make love to the walls. (Those walls oozed with sexuality.)
They call it "Contact Improv"
I call it...
Which took them to the floor and back to their feet...
I'm still grappling with all that happened, but I'll be back next week...
Hopefully, I will be able to explain better...