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I can't dance. I mean, I can't do organized dance. Even when I am asked to replicate the simplest steps, I turn into a lead-footed, graceless clutz with spacial sense impairment.

I think it is because I think too hard about it. The key to dancing for me is not thinking. I love to go dancing when the music is right. My whole body loosens up. My limbs feel elastic and I feel gorgeous and happy.

But as soon as someone tries to engage me in dancing, I shut down. Last time I went to a club, some guy approached me and told me I had very "sensual" moves. ew. I had to go sit down. I completely lost my groove.




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