Yes, poor me. I need chocolate to recover my strength...
Right. I volunteer to consume it for you, since you're obviously too weak to do it yourself.
That's part of my theory on why people see it as wrong. I was once helping a lady to fly and I decided to, well, not quite pirouette. She said something like "Wait, I don't know this move." I managed to put her down before I fell down laughing. She forgave me eventually.
Oh, well luckily I don't know any moves. (OK, that's not entirely true. It's body knowledge for me what the new dancer reportedly said: "you're saying I just raise my arm and that bitch spins?" -only my body knows the "girl's" role- so I suppose I could get it wrong by misinterpreting a raised arm as a lead for a spin.)
Interesting. When I feel something I've seen before I can't help messing with it.
See, I like that, but I still like the other way, too, when it's done right. Over the course of the summer my love for dancing with the Gynecologist shifted. It became that I knew his moves, so I could always be in synch with him. Boring sometimes, but releasing myself into it can be ecstatically freeing.
Blush* Hi? It's a nice closet. Comfy, roomy enough for the occasional visitor...
Sorry. I'm sure it's a perfectly nice closet. I think I posed the question poorly. Do you think the way that you've danced with me is the way that you're calling minimalist?
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Re: eep! I have been snuck up upon!
Date: 2004-09-12 05:04 am (UTC)Right. I volunteer to consume it for you, since you're obviously too weak to do it yourself.
That's part of my theory on why people see it as wrong. I was once helping a lady to fly and I decided to, well, not quite pirouette. She said something like "Wait, I don't know this move."
I managed to put her down before I fell down laughing.
She forgave me eventually.
Oh, well luckily I don't know any moves. (OK, that's not entirely true. It's body knowledge for me what the new dancer reportedly said: "you're saying I just raise my arm and that bitch spins?" -only my body knows the "girl's" role- so I suppose I could get it wrong by misinterpreting a raised arm as a lead for a spin.)
Interesting. When I feel something I've seen before I can't help messing with it.
See, I like that, but I still like the other way, too, when it's done right. Over the course of the summer my love for dancing with the Gynecologist shifted. It became that I knew his moves, so I could always be in synch with him. Boring sometimes, but releasing myself into it can be ecstatically freeing.
Blush* Hi? It's a nice closet. Comfy, roomy enough for the occasional visitor...
Sorry. I'm sure it's a perfectly nice closet. I think I posed the question poorly. Do you think the way that you've danced with me is the way that you're calling minimalist?