No Place To Go

I went to see this show a little while ago & I heartily recommend it.

It’s part jazz/blues, part social commentary, part universal story of those who might lose their jobs & get made redundant – full of anxiety, fear, hope, opportunity & loss. I enjoyed it a lot (& I usually don’t enjoy ‘musicals’).

Also, the saxophonist was very hot. I was sat close to him & was having very inappropriate thoughts as he wet the tip of the saxophone before blowing into it.

Things that have been making me hot under the collar of late

Since I awoke from my sexual slumber I’ve been finding myself surprised at the things and places that have woken up the erotic part of me. Here are some of them.

Smoking

Solitary teardrops

Single drops of blood

Being bitten

My shoes

Canadian accents

Androgyny

This song/video/group:

Church roofs

Forearms

Necks

This song from my youth:

This by Asaf Avidan:

The idea of testing my tolerence to pain

Purply blue velvet

My fur coat (I know, I know, but it’s reclaimed fur, and I bought it from a charity) *guilty conscience*

Tasting blood

Caves

Orange and purple in juxtaposition