the dancing face

a friend went on a date with a guy who had what she called "a sweet cherubic face". on the dance floor, he became a pelvis thrusting demon from the darkest hell.

about 10 years ago, i watched a local play called Private Parts that introduced the term "dancing face". it's a unique facial expression that everybody has (and assumes) while on the dancefloor. it's a persona that overwhelms, a sexuality that is hidden in your core. it's your closeted alter-ego with a numb-nut need to groove. the next time you go to a club, check out the many faces on the dancefloor. i always do.

ps - and while you are at it, take a glimpse in a mirror and look at yours.