Sex confounds me. I spend most of my day thinking about it. I am told this is a general hazard of being a man, which is of little comfort to me, as a woman.
This chair invokes that mysterious quality that is "sexy". Its alluring, feminine, promising, plastic. How can an inanimate object turn you on? Through the power of suggestion, or am I just overly ummm restless? This particular shade of shocking pink, or fuschia, is also slightly vulgar, brash, in your face, still..."sexy". I wonder what the male equivalent of this chair would be? A hint of a three piece suit and brogues? Striped blue on blue? Makes me happy just to think about it.
"Cat Among the Pigeons"
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