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…