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I am nekkid except when cold or in the company of clothes-wearers.
Or when in the presence of animals.
They have their own ideas about boundaries and I need at least one layer of separation. I still suffer from flashbacks of enforced menageries a trois when people's pets have been present during intimacy. Was it when I was forty - that Cat whose main aim was to find the best place to sit, paced around on my back - a purring surfer on the waves of my passion? Or was it that blind Poodle when I was nineteen? Ear-buds still fall out.
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