I’m bedroom dancing with my gay guy friend to Madonna’s Like A Prayer and, quite frankly, it’s getting out of hand. What we lack in coordination, we more than make up for in enthusiasm. We move with wild abandon, twirling, strutting, Vogueing. We fling ourselves around and contort our bodies into unfamiliar shapes, imagining we look avantgarde, but realistically, looking bonkers. We feel high, but we aren’t. We’re just two queers being ridiculous. It is sublime.