Dancing into Hell

(the ecks key on my keyboars is broke so you will see ecks used where usually one charachter would be)


Usually on a friday night i would go out to do tango, which is my current addiction, but this week in solidarity to the dc dance marathon, the baltimore tango friday night was cancelled. As I didnt really feel like driving to dc alone, so i decided to try dancing elsewhere: Hell.

So none of my friends really like to dance, so i headed out alone on my quest, alone. First up latin palace.

This was fun, not as fun as tango, but fun. you can go up to strangers and its not wierd to ask them to dance. not a lot of mashing of genetials, a sense of joy in the air. A place where girls could dance with guys and not worry about what that meant they were implying.

Then i decide to micks it up: red maple. Here i still ask people to dance, which is a little wierd. Perhaps in a good way to some. But others use this as an opportunity to look down on me as some strange elegant timeless gentleman. So some people turned their noses, and some danced with me, one even told me that i was the best dancer they had ever danced with, so that made me feel nice. I started a fight with a couple by accident, enter jealousy. the descent into hell was starting.

Then i descended another ring into the abyss: the red square. No one here would dance with me. I realized later that the crowd was 80% attractive russian prostitutes, seemingly bittered by men, and not going to share the goods to with anyone that they didnt foresee spending loot. Not that that stopped me from trying. I did get one gay prostitute to ask me to dance, but that just too wierd even for me.

The descent deepend, even further: sugars afterhours club. at this point i had befriended some guy who was on a mission to get laid, and he was walking with me. And i realized that for him dancing and for many others out there, dancing was an attempt to get a secksual ficks, which i admitedly can apreciate. But honestly for me dancing is also just, fun, yea there is a mating dance element to it, but the joy factor is at least 50%. So sugars, got the sense that there were a lot of stds in the room, as well as drugs, as well as gay thugs, as well as general depravity.


from people cultivating and sharing beauty to wolves hunting downwounded elk.

Not to say that there is anything bad with wolves....

What a night.