Sometimes, all I need to hear is a baseline and... BOOM... I start dancing. I love dancing. I don't even understand how anyone can't. Isn't there something in everyone that just makes one want to move to the rhythm?

Friends and strangers have commented that I am not just a casual dancer. I guess I'm not. I suppose that casual dancers don't normally look for a box to get up onto to dance. I actually prefer to dance on a box because that allows me more space to move. Or, at least, dedicates a set amount of space to just me. I love dancing on top of a box or on a stage. Nothing feels more liberating to me. I guess I am a bit of an exhibitionist.

I also like showing up early at a club to dance. There is floor space. Barely anyone has shown up. The only people who show up early are people who either want to dance or have no idea what they are doing. Which is great. I like places where the DJ notices the dancers and plays stuff just for us. I've had that experience a lot of times and it really is all about expression via movement. Very few things are more fun.

Last night, I went to Cattyshack. The fact that I made it all the way out to Brooklyn is big. The fact that I went out there to go dancing is huge. I stayed until it got ultra-crowded. I had my fill and went home. I met up with some friends who also love to dance. We had too much fun. I think I may have to start going out to Brooklyn to find some good dance space. Because, if you didn't know, Manhattan has lost it. Later.  ¶ 9:19 PM