Dancing up a storm.

Just got back from the Pride Party hosted by the Big Men's Club of NY. It was great, I had a lot of fun. There were lots of people having a great time.

I took lots of photos and one gentleman stood out because he was wearing a lovely silk robe with the pride colors. He was dancing up a storm.
I love to see people dance; it's very revealing . . . It says quite a bit about their self-image and their sensuality.

At some point I caught the gentleman looking for a bit of help. He wanted to know where the dessert room was. I offered to show him and we started to talk. We had an engaging conversation about dance and how it tells a story about all of us.

We looked at the great assortment of desserts and settled on the cheesecake. We continued to converse and both agreed that sometimes dance is just as good as sex and that most good dancers are good lovers. Dance lets you speak to our inner selves. You can dance with joy or dance with the darkness within you.

I love dance because it's another way to ride life. When I am down I put on a cd and let the music take me away -- I dance to the rhythms and let it carry me to the next plateau. Dance has a way of letting me communicate without words.

We both agreed that the body language that dance conveys can be sensual, erotic, revealing and most of all it can offer a window into who we are at a deeper level.

So the next time you hit the dance floor think about what message you are sending and how others respond to you -- dance is the secret communique of how you feel and what you really want.