#so flowy and misty and intimate with nature

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4/24/25: sensual intimacy bubble

4/24/25

Field report: Thursday night bonkers flowy sensual intimate dance times. Goal for the night: apply Zan Perrion's advice above about rocking back and forth with the kino, pulling in close and escalating in small bursts, then pull back and give space. The pauses make the music.

I walked in the venue got on stage and started dancing, trancing myself into high energy pumped up not-giving-a-fuck joy. Quickly a girl appeared in proximity to my right, I am the shiny object. I used the new dancefloor open I discovered yesterday: "HEY!! TURN THE FUCK UP!!! WOOOOOO!!!!" Barking at the top of my lungs into her eyes and she loved that shit. Screamed a compliment at her, took her hands, push pulled stroked held waist eye contact proximity, boom pulled away pumped my own state ignored her 5 seconds, then boom right back in, attention, stroking her shoulder facing her. I kept alternating between pressure on pressure off, she didn't run away from my escalation (!!), escalated further each time until I had stroked her back and arms and hands and spun her and smelled her hair, that part she gave resistance to, but I pulled away and gave space quickly. Her waist was sexy asf, shimmering in sequins, she looked like Salma Hayek but 21. Met her friends, they were so guarded n cold, IG-closed with date plan, the friends switched locations and she left. Later in the night I needed a state boost between sets and trance danced on stage again, she appeared next to me again. I suddenly felt emotional. "You don't actually care about me. You just see me as a shiny object. If I became sullen and tired and low energy, you'd float away and find the next shiny object and I'd never see you again. Is that true?" She nodded smiling. I turned my back on the bitch and went back to enjoying my own spirit. She took my hand and turned me toward her and danced with me more intimately. I solidified the date plan and switched dancefloors. Later in the night I saw her and didn't reopen. She watched me dance and I ignored her. I'm disillusioned with the nature of women. But still gonna set up a day 2 and try to fuck her. Men are trash, women are trash, equality.

In the dark misty dancefloor, I saw a short-haired punk beau. Absolutely incredible. The makeup, the body, absolutely art. I opened and spoke and I was genuinely flustered. She was fully open to my proximity, my eye contact, it felt like a sudden bubble of intimacy and intoxicated love formed around us. I leaned in close, we rubbed noses, I couldve kissed and I didnt. I teased and qualified and pulled away, rocked back. Leaned in close again, cradling her face, flirting expressing, eskimo kisses, so sensual so vulnerable, pulled away. 3 times I couldve kissed and chose not to. Suddenly the friend appeared. Then a man appeared. The intimacy was shattered. She ran away. I followed her to the dancefloor, but it was clear she was trying to exit the set. I let her go.

Then I danced and felt like a vampire with cool bracelets in a sick movie absolutely euphoric thank god i'm alive life is a gift 1000/10