Dance

I haven't read anything about Madonna's Hard Candy, but it seems to describe the religious experience of dance. I've been hankering to go dancing ever since the album came out. Last night dakoopst and I worshipped at The Barn. It has been years since I danced there; seems like years since I really worked up a sweat on a dance floor. But I tell you, doing contract work for a couple of lesbians has built up my stamina, better to enjoy the experience. Now if only I can learn to lose myself way I used to.

It's great to spend time with Stephen again. He came to Toronto for the week. We've decided to skip out on the Pride Parade this afternoon and head to the cottage for a few days. See you when we get back.