My roommate described my dancing style as "honey-glazed ham" once. I think it is better described as "45-year-old white male."

There was a time when I didn't dance. I have a tall lanky body and felt awkard moving around. But it was embracing this awkwardness first where I learned to love dance as an expression form. Opening myself up to it has made me understand myself so much more, even if it is just rythmicly flailing body parts around. Dancing is removing ego from my body's motion and just becoming a child.