The Dyke Whisperer

I never got over the feeling of being in a crowded, electric dance-club. The lights, pounding bass, eye-catching flesh. Being in the perfect state of buzzed, happy, and dancing.

Physics on an interpersonal level. Action. Friction. The music. And what the music would make me do.

I used to be a DJ. I think I still am.

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