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01 February 2014 @ 01:18 pm
one of these days  
I sing the body electric!

Walt Whitman says:
I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.

There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well,
All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.

Last night at the staff party everyone was so happy, and even if they were uncomfortable that was ok, they wanted to be there and to share and to smile. We diverted the flow of adults - responsible and otherwise - to an after party, where we crammed 20 people into two big booths on a balcony of a trendy bar. We cheered and drank beers and laughed and smiled at each other through the crowd. I laughed great true belly laughs and loved everyone. We were all hugging and laughing. I talked with my secret crush about art and it only made it worse that he is moving away today.
And then we danced! There was dj hypontized by his own screen, presiding over a room of folks poised to dance but unwilling. We couldn't help it, and so down we went and just danced our asses off. In winter boots too. Hair flying. I love watching people dance and trying to dance like them, and I also love just closing my eyes and flinging my hair and my arms and my joints. It is silent behind my eyelids, something like being slightly underwater, but it is also electric.

I got drunk and strode through the city in tights and boots, with two friends, and it was cold but not too awfully cold, and the city was strange and grey and there were people skating illegally in the middle of the night and I wanted to join them.

Today I woke up, not really hungover, and lay in bed watching the new snow come down as Simon purred beside me. Then I slid around the house dancing, there is dancing still in my veins. In my ripped pajamas and sock feet, I scrubbed the floor and sang hip hop and ate a stack of pancakes. And now? And now!