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Koliko znoja smo si že izmenjali?!

Če se poleti na avtobusu obme postavi prepoten moški, poskrbim za to, da se najini poti nikakor ne srečata.


Če bi med tekanjem po Rožniku srečala znanca, močno dvomim, da bi se mokrih majic objela v pozdrav.

Ampak pri plesu? Zakaj nas pri plesu to ne moti oziroma moti v precej manjši meri?

Je ples res taka intima, da je tudi mešanje telesnih tekočin dovoljeno?

Sweat, baby!

How much sweat have we already exchanged?

Pretend it's summer, it's sweltering hot and you're riding the number 6 bus. At 4 pm on a Friday. And now pretend a man drenched in sweat is trying to squeeze by you. You know you'll only touch for a moment, yet you dread that moment.

Now pretend you’re doing your normal jogging route when you run into a good friend. The type of friend you normally hug upon meeting. And yet, now that you’re both wearing your wet T-shirts, it suddenly doesn’t seem appropriate to have any kind of human contact anymore.

So what is it about dancing? How come our partners’ sweat doesn’t bother us as much or at all?

Is dancing really such intimacy that even the mixing of bodily fluids is allowed?

Piše: MălaMu¡er