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kyra_ojosverdesMy "driving between Florence and Missoula" daydreams usually come in two varieties:
1. sex
2. violence
There are many variations on those, and neither category ever gets old. For the first category, if you've run out of configurations there are always new fantasy partners... taken singly or in groups. For the second category, there's always a new and interesting way to be physically attacked and to incapacitate and maim (not always in that order) one's attacker.
My recent daydreams haven't fallen into either category. What have I been fantasizing about as I pick up or drop off Eliza? Dancing. More to the point, dancing well. Not the "dance by yourself, near another person or people" dancing, but the sort where you've got a partner and it's important to pay attention to each other, be in sync, and move together. The kind of dancing where I get to spin around really fast, because my partner is there to provide a "which way is up" reference point so I don't lose my balance and fall. The sort where, when it's really good, I'm airborne every now and again. Where you can't wear jewelry on your hands or wrists, because it would cut into your skin and be painful for you and your partner. The sort of dancing where, when the song ends, you're both flushed, out of breath, and glowing because you've been flying.
I miss that kind of dancing.
1. sex
2. violence
There are many variations on those, and neither category ever gets old. For the first category, if you've run out of configurations there are always new fantasy partners... taken singly or in groups. For the second category, there's always a new and interesting way to be physically attacked and to incapacitate and maim (not always in that order) one's attacker.
My recent daydreams haven't fallen into either category. What have I been fantasizing about as I pick up or drop off Eliza? Dancing. More to the point, dancing well. Not the "dance by yourself, near another person or people" dancing, but the sort where you've got a partner and it's important to pay attention to each other, be in sync, and move together. The kind of dancing where I get to spin around really fast, because my partner is there to provide a "which way is up" reference point so I don't lose my balance and fall. The sort where, when it's really good, I'm airborne every now and again. Where you can't wear jewelry on your hands or wrists, because it would cut into your skin and be painful for you and your partner. The sort of dancing where, when the song ends, you're both flushed, out of breath, and glowing because you've been flying.
I miss that kind of dancing.
