I Live In A Dance Cult -- And Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way
I'm Living My Dreams -- Thanking God For This Gift
Dancing isn’t just movement.
It’s electricity.
A rush of music, colors, lights, and scents—so intoxicating it blurs into a single, euphoric moment.
Maybe it’s not the kind of joy you find by looking within.
But it’s joy nonetheless—pure, undiluted, and holy. And after almost every party, I thank God for it.
Why do I love dancing salsa and bachata so much?
Well…
For starters…
I love women.
Plain and simple.
After dancing with thousands of women and having disdain for more than a few males in the scene, I finally realized how deep this goes for me.
I realized I don’t like men.
I think this particular trauma has a direct line straight back to my father.
Men were cruel—unlike women.
I think it’s remarkable.
Sometimes, It makes no sense whatsoever that I was born into the family I had. I’m vastly more empathetic than all of them put together.
I’ve been this way since the very beginning.
I was always noticeably more sensitive than other boys.
It made me a target.
I got called the F-word a lot.
That sho…
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