Ponygurl said:

You walked in through a beaded glass curtain to enter Pulse. Instead of going straight in, I'd always go to the left and into the boy's go-go bar. There were usually 2 or 3 hot young men in g-strings dancing on top of the bar itself and one working the stripper pole. There was a black light on and a palpable animal electricity in there. I loved watching them, they were just so absolutely free.

From there, I'd cut through the back, past the DJ booth, and out onto the dance floor. Ahh, the girls. The drink of choice was Blue Heavens and we'd drink until our inhibitions were sufficiently lowered.They would teach me how to Latin dance and the art of 3-way kissing. I would have to go to the outside bar just to cool down and let my heart rate slow down.

It's been 3 years since the attack. I went through a really weird grieving stage with it. I had both the fight and flight responses. I moved house. I isolated for awhile, which I came out of..but I'm still dealing with a 'give no fucks' attitude about things. It's an apathy, when I used to care so much about everything. Still working on things I guess- my fire is returning ever so slowly.