Names changed to protect the human
I'm transforming again.
Once I saw so clearly that I need to be exploring dance-as-energy-transfer, last night's milonga was a bitch. The men I danced with, whom I had previously thought of as respectable choices, were *not* dancing with their energy at all, they were just moving their physical bodies around in space, and touching their fronts felt like smacking a table with my hand. Wham! I can't send my energy into you because you haven't made a space for me to put it in!
El Sabio, claro, could teach more about energy and embrace in a single hour than many people could in a year. But he isn't here. You would be *ideal*. But you're not here. Hoping for a once-every-few-months tanda with Amadeo is too slow. Francisco is awesome for internal, self-contained energy work, but has never talked about the WITH ME kind, and he's not here. And sure, there's a zillion guys who could teach me about energy and embrace if only I lived in Argentina, or Europe! But I don't! So now I don't know what to do.
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