Moving…again

This is my life right now. Doesn’t look like that much, but I’ve just packed three boxes worth and it’s not much smaller. And I have a whole other room that’s half full. It’s just stuff. We’re not even packing furniture…just...

Dancing and Sex

Why does the act of moving our bodies in rhythmic motions, in sync with another, around a wooden floor, with music tinkling in the background, create such a stir? In every movie worth its weight, the dance scene is better than the sex scene. All that tension. All that...