In the soft glow of a single lamp, a black male solo artist begins his dance, a slow, sensuous grind that speaks volumes about his comfort in his own skin. His body undulates, hips rolling in a rhythm that seems to come from deep within. He's a master of his craft, losing himself in the music, his hands exploring his body with a familiarity that's both intimate and erotic. It's a dance meant for one, a private performance that's as much about self-love as it is about skill.