The guys & gals getting in the clinch now aren’t distracted by the body art? It doesn’t interfere, but on the contrary actually greases the wheels, gets the locomotive hot and puffing? Does it really? Is that how it works? Preliminary foreplay include close inspections across the canvas and when the pair entwine like a couple of snakes or lizards they lose themselves entirely in the scale patterns. Perhaps that’s how it works for the Insta & porn generation. Never mind much of one’s own imagery could never actually be viewed directly, only scrutinised in a mirror; photographed of course and surveyed on the screen. Often time-pressed gallery goers now do the same at blockbusters.
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