If I die on my way to the dance, it will be better than to survive having never lifted my feet.

My body is a political battlefield.It is a place of war, of death and suffering, of triumph and victory, of damage and repair, of blood and tears and sweat.It is a place where memories go...

When inhibition has become the de facto setting in a person’s manner, stiffness and lack of spontaneity produces an unnatural self-repression. Life looks gray, dull, and rigid, without space for relaxation or play to burst...

The bar was pulsating with rock music and packed with partiers, all set to leave their inhibitions, and their sobriety, behind.