One of my favorite comic books, Cerebus The Aardvark, had a storyline called Jaka Story. Its about a character named Jaka who is a dancer. It also has a character based on Oscar Wilde, who doesn’t understand what the big deal is about her dancing. One of the plot points is this Oscar finally seeing with his own eyes Jaka dancing. He realizes that what Jaka does is not dirty or filthy, yet a form of art.

I had that experience tonight. I made it out to the Vegas club. One of my old co-workers happens to dance out there. I always felt that Drake was a very beautiful women, so seeing her the way I did was kind of weird. I never thought I would have blushed seeing her do her thing, yet I blushed no doubt about it. What is it that makes it ok looking at naked females that you don’t know? Why does it change all of the sudden because you know the person in question?

When you don’t know them its easier to treat them like meat. But I found myself trying to look away when ever she would pass my way. Don’t get me wrong I still think she is a very beautiful women, its just weird because I know her it makes it harder to enjoy looking at her. For the record for those of you that think dancers are stupid let me say that Drake is one of the smartest women I have had the pleasure of meeting. And I’m not saying that just because I have seen her naked. This has been a very weird experience. I almost feel guilty for enjoying it.