I wrote a piece a few weeks ago about an incident on the beach when I encountered two female naturists in the surf. For me, it was a genuine erotic event and at the time I speculated about the importance of such moments in terms of memory and eroticism.
Since then, it seems that these events are becoming more common. Just yesterday I was walking along a road in upmarket suburbia when glancing through a downstairs window I saw a naked woman kneeling on the floor. Closer inspection revealed that she was wrapped in a small flesh coloured towel. For a moment our eyes met and I raised my right hand in a wave, before turning away, somewhat shaken
I’m back from my holiday, feeling all rested and relaxed. I was in Scotland for a fortnight or so, travelling on my own with no real plan other than some sightseeing and maybe, a little holiday romance.
As it was, Scotland is full of American tourists who I found to be generous, warm hearted, and able to grasp opportunities without a moments hesitation. It wasn’t long before I was invited out to dinner, and back to fancy hotels for drinks.
There was none of the snobbery or class shit either. I was able to be witty and intelligent and beautiful without anyone enquiring after my background or worrying that I wasn’t posh en
Thanks Tangle, for liking my work enough to keep watching I'm glad you do... After all what is art without spectators?
And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it. Roald Dahl