to dance?

What is it to dance, indeed? And why did I dance like that with him? Maybe because of that BJ? But I avoided him for several months, didn't I? And yet, he was the only . . . in a way, I felt liberated the moment he grabbed me close to him. The more I was enthralled, clutched close to him, the more free I was to do the raucous thing. So I danced close to him and engaged in the sensual act. Was sex the eponym for dancing? Is dancing a mating ritual, a no-frill foreplay? I cannot answer, but I thought there was something there in the desire of people to just keep dancing, sweating, and randomly swinging to the beat.

It wasn't a dance of formality. Nothing of pattern that going to the ballroom would entail. There's no folk dancing in mainstreamed (read demographics age 18-44) nowadays, except Swing, possibly?

It was fun though. I was nervous and unwilling to loosen up, but gradually, as another friend of mine, her name starts with R, told me to start dancing. I went to the Queer Homecoming Out at 11 p.m., started dancing around 12, and didn't stop until 1 a.m.

On one hand, I was just waiting for the music to stop at 1 o'clock so I could dispense with this physical activity. On the other hand, I was beginning to enjoy it. I didn't expect that he would then start dancing with me, and pulled me close.

I turned around, behaving as it were, a doggie-style position standing up, and we played. This was in jest, of course, but all social jests had a ring of truth with them.

The hard rock music did not get me into a trance state the same way that it had done to other people, but I still enjoyed the vibration of my chest, the low pitch and high decibel that set my eardrum to each euphonous beats.