A Close Shave

Sometimes the small things are more intimate than the big things.

Perhaps I'm wired differently - but watching someone button a shirt, or shave, or shower - the small everyday tasks, has a special pleasure of its own.  These private moments can be as close, as tender, as nakedness.  It's an exposure, a sharing, of a different kind. 

My inner cinema runs a lively schedule, as we know.  But you might be surprised to learn it's not all XX rated, not by any means. The erotic is there in the everyday, if you watch closely, if you notice.

Missed Connections

So here it is. Writing. Itching inside my head, waking me up in the morning, stopping me sleeping at night. Words coming to life like butterflies breaking out of their cocoons. It's as if a switch was thrown. 

What's interesting is that I've realised I was holding myself too tight to write. Curled into a ball, a porcupine.  And for all my talk of unfurling, the attempts to open up - it wasn't quite happening.

Until now. 

Perhaps I was looking in the wrong place for the Unlock button.