Think I met the love of my life last night. Sure he was a 5'5", gay, Asian dude, but I swear the stars aligned when we danced
A friend once described my dancing as watching soul train, a raunchy music video and stomp the yard all in one
I'll take it
I like to dance
Correction
I love to dance
I dance because music leaves me no other choice
It is rarely pretty
Often scary
Veers to the ridiculous more times than I can count
But
My soul
It Smiles, when I move to the music
Music: vernacular of the soul
Monday, October 29, 2012
Because you leave me no choice
Posted by dejanae at 1:46 AM
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...no one else needs to understand the things that move you and makes your heart smile!
Dance away!!
How can that be coming from a Haitian Goddess? Has Komba not been infused in your soul since before birth... I must rectify this asap! Glad to know you express it no matter what it looks like though :-)
What is it about gay men that leave us so in love... smh... love it none the less ;-)
Dancing is not my friend. I have that disease that some of us of color suffer from......no rhythm.
Rachel: true true. Lol.
Des: sonnnnnnm me and gay Dancer guys are just kindred spirits.
Reggie: ouch. Don't think there's a cure for that but you know what? Dance like a rhythm less fool anyway
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