Monday, August 11, 2014

SKITTISH FETISH


Fear, like most intense and irrational emotions, can be a source of intense erotic opportunity. My dear friend David Schoffman is afraid of most things but he reserves his greatest terror for flying on commercial airlines.


Gripped in a paralysis of calamitous foreboding, Schoffman pleads with flight attendants for extra pillows, stiffer cocktails and if possible, an exit row window seat which might afford him a small degree of illogical comfort.

At the prospect of becoming choked with panic, David suddenly experiences a kind of corpuscular lift. Reality melts away into an oily mush of sensuality and a feathery trill of anticipation floods what can only be described as his 'inner Tantric soul.' 



"The problem," he explained to me with mock innocence, "is that I simply don't know what to do with all this strange and powerful energy!"

Such foolishness would never  be tolerated even in the most mordantly sentimental adolescent but somehow Schoffman's stature avails him an undeserved immunity! 

America's fascination with famous artists is something that is beyond me. That he goes around filming young women's toes with his I-phone - all under the protective aegis of aesthetics - is a scandal that would bring down even the most insulated French politician.  



But I suppose at the end of the day it is all rather harmless. The painted female toenail - an undeniably lovely phenomena- is an unworthy catalyst for any man's demise.

On the other hand, there does appear to be a pattern.

 




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