It almost feels like a joke at times. The walk down the hall is dripping with sexuality. Of course, the fact that I have great legs, seriously the kind of “come fuck me” legs, helps (well, it helps ME ☺). But if feels like a kind of Satyricon satire: “I’m displaying sex. You can’t see it! Ha ha.”.
Does the politics of the body or of public self or of the sexual self suggest I should step further out? I tend to think not – public spectacle is sanctioned in specific ways, of course. And so stepping in to a public sex that is obvious invites retribution at some level.
But the feint humor is there!
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