top ten people i danced w. tonite:

a) alison from kitchner, (three dances) and her talk of scouting, newmarket, small towns, and the like
b) the gentleman who grew up in timmins, who wore the retro ironic purple tux w. velvet lapels, he was tender and generous...we talked about shania twain
c) alex from toronto, who works in oise with homeless queer youth, and had the white shirt, black tie, and perfect faux hawk of baby butch dyke glory.
d) charles, bald head, smelled like basalm pine, who moves earth works in brampton
e) the black women who works as a teacher for angry kids on the east side, with her perfect soft, loose, misha bruggermanesque afro
f) the v. awkard and v. sweet writer formerly of eye, in the oatmeal coloured sweatervest.
g) alex from mariselles, who smelt of strong cigarettes, sweat, and sweet spicy cologne
h) the woman who was wearing a 70s nightgown of acetate adn rayon, which i described as sissy spaecek in a robert altman film ca 1970
i) the girlfriend of the v. short, and v. butch boy who told me another time twice kindly, and who i never danced with
j) leo.


corrected all the problems with the lds dances of my youth, and missed the hard cock pushing against warm cotton, but the amazing thing about dancing with boys, is that at least twice, close and hot together, even thru ages of material, cocks touch---there was so much other things going on, grace, tenderness, sweetness, openness, affection, touch, devotion to the idea of growing community, humour, and even some tension--but there must be a french word for the erotic nostalgia for an event that you wanted to occur at 14 but happened at 30.