Dancing at the Eagle 11-8-26
Dancing is life! I had a Foot Slave for 17 years (read all about it in my novel "COMFORT" (available online--search for it) note the chapter is called "Of Men and Feet." After we stopped our weekly trysts, the past few years, I have observed how this man aged and faded into a frail, tired, old, withered shadow of his formerly virile, vital self before my very eyes. Why? I truly believe one of the big reasons was that HE STOPPED DANCING. Never, ever stop. If you glean anything from all these blog entries over the years--I hope you learn from this bit of humble-pie wisdom that I've learned through being a dancing warrior all this years. Whether you dance alone on a roof on hot summer nights (or cold winter mornings) or if you dance at a leather bar or some honky-tonk joint in between--or maybe you dance in your kitchen or living room: just keep dancing!
love and gracias
Steve O
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