Wednesday, September 18, 2013


A strange night of dancing with my wife At a performance artist party called Mattachine. For some reason, partly due to the tequila I think, my wife was landing Blows to my ego left and right. My dancing is predictable, showy And gay Are some of the things she says. Somehow, perhaps through years of flexing this Particular muscle I was able to enjoy dancing for the rest of the evening, even to enjoy watching her dance. it felt like a major victory. There was a time when such a litany would ruin me.

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