Sitting here down at the ballet waiting on her while she’s in class. Being around the music, the supple dancers, the smell of sweat, I find that I miss dancing and I miss my youth. I want to dance but I am too old, too misshspen and too deaf.

Oh but how I love to move to music, how I miss it and long for it sometimes. Even growing up after giving up classes I danced often. I danced at clubs, at concerts, really anywhere there was music and space I would take the opportunity to move. I guess I still do, there just aren’t as many opportunities.

Now I fill the need to lose myself in motion, time and space through my riding and sex. Hmmm…not quite the same but there are commonalities.