Michael, Shamir and I were among the few darkies there that night; other than sexual difference, it wasn't a very mixed crowd. I watched the white girls on the dance floor, swirling their hair, waving their arms and strutting back and forth; they were having a whale of a time. I like the way white chicks dance: black and Asian women, coming from cultures of the drum, can be too concerned with their performance and somewhat restrained. White girls let themselves go; they pop a few pills, and the music takes them where it will. Ecstasy brings out the best in them; they surrender, childlike, to the experience, limbs loose and free, faces glowing with joy. It's the same when you fuck them.