Dance...

Freedom in motion...that's what dancing is. Confidence displayed kenisthetically. I need space, a good vibe from the crowd, passionate dj, two vodka pineapples (grey goose or level only), a towel and it's going down!!!!
Eyes closed, feet moving, head swaying, arms in the air....I mean really feelin' it, that's how I like to do it and how I like to see it done. Not being afraid or embarassed to let your body do what the music tells it too and have other people watch you. It's so instinctive, natural, when it flows from within....
Sometimes I dance so hard I can't help but swear, like "Motha Fucka, I'm bout to boogey all night!" or "Damn, I'm feelin' so right, foot work bout to be crucial tonight!!!" Sometimes thuggin out, crippin walkin and jiggin, sometimes freestyle, poppin and lockin..that's when they call me Mr. Wiggles, sometimes suave, salsa, merengue and bachata and sometimes electronic, bouncing, spinning, mostly sweatin'. When the spot is extra cavvy it's two steppin all da way.
There are no rules or regulations or formal introductions. No confusion or awkwardness. Just you, the music, and the dance floor....it puts you in touch with your true self. I challenge you to go out one night, by yourself, no intentions of flirting in the club with him or her, or sitting off to the side, watching and laughing at other people, but find your own lil space on the floor say "F*ck It! and express all the emotions you've felt or had pent up all day, week, month, or year in the form of dance. Who knows, you might even have a lil bit of real fun for a change...and if you see me partyin so hard and slidin all the over the place like I'm known to do...throw up the index and the middle ahight?!