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August 16, 2006

Metamorphosis

I undergo a complete metamorphosis when I hit the dance floor. Gone is the slouching introvert who hates to be the center of attention. In her place, is this exotic creature, standing fully erect, graceful lines and extensions abounding as she travels across the parquet, stretching her frame, fighting for every inch. Hips sway in a determined manner, oozing a new-found sensuality that lay dormant for so long. With each step, I am completely lost, hypnotized by the sultry slowness of a rumba, submissive to my partner, following his lead. This alter ego sashaying across the floor ignores the rest of the world and becomes the essence of the dance, unafraid of where her body will lead.

Rumba is a polarizing roller coaster of emotions: love, hate, desire, and desperation. Citing the infamous line from Shall We Dance? :

The rumba is the vertical expression of a horizontal wish. You have to hold her, like the skin on her thigh is your reason for living. Let her go, like your heart's being ripped from your chest. Throw her back, like you're going to have your way with her right here on the dance floor. And then finish, like she's ruined you for life.

Visceral in nature, rumba taps into emotions often hidden in the deepest wells of the human soul. Once these feelings are unleashed, the dance takes a life of its own. It resonates within me. There is no frustration or anxiety; unadulterated pleasure spreads throughout my body, from my battered toes to fingertips.

As I look into the studio mirrors, I no longer see a humdrum bespectacled wallflower, but a woman in touch with herself, confident and poised, long legged and graceful, ready to take on the world. With each lithe step, she is closer to claiming what she wants, to be free of the inhibitions which weigh her down off the dance floor.

Posted by eva on 12:29 AM | Comments (0)

August 7, 2006

A novel idea!

Well the Chinese have found a new form of stress relief for those of us trying to let loose some tension. Apparently, one man's experience lead him into opening Rising Sun Anger Release Bar, a place where all your frustrations can be unloaded on professionally trained male waitstaff. They'll even dress up like your boss! Tempting idea in this day and age of pressing deadlines and mounting tensions. I know of a few friends who would be first in line to give the boss clones a good whack!

Posted by eva on 2:33 PM