A man’s dance…

When, after fifteen magical minutes, the old singer bowed his good-bye and the young dancer took him by the waist to help him exit the stage…

the emotion was immense…

and several minutes had to pass before the audience dared to applaud…

For here was the soul of this rhythm in 2/4 time that suddenly catches fire…

speaks of coupling…

suddenly suspends desire at the zenith of tension…

and starts again on a path firmly set by the male partner…

— Christian Caujolle

Ottawa Senators’ Jason Spezza’s (19) goal on Saturday night was not the finest I’ve seen but it was a beauty…

He flew coast to coast down the ice and undressed the defence…

bringing it home past Luongo to put his team on the board…

It is moments like this that hold my attention on hockey…

and I don’t want my attention on the game interrupted by gratuitous violence…

Glove dropping has its place and it is in a different arena…

Some people get off on Rick Rypien’s style of showboating…

Preferences are definitely individual but one should be aware of using others for self-gratification…

Every single one of us is entitled to, and has the power to create green energy…

It just takes some buckling down…

Breathing past your first mouth into your second brain…

with a hands free approach…

In brief,

the tango comes down to the streaked sole of a high-heeled pump or the small satin bow adorning the strap of a raised slipper…

resting on the male dancer’s thigh…

like time suspended…

translating eroticism while recalling the purity of the movement…

— Christian Caujolle

I would take you in the darkness...