So now here i am watching ELO and some of the songs reminding me of my post pubescent cosy first love experiences of sex, that were of the moment.
When in reality i want to look up Oasis at Cardiff and Liam Gallagher’s an unreconstructed man, with male sexuality one should fear, and have a pwhoa moment.
Not to mention the power of that music.
It reminds me of a post cosy sexual life i lead at a time in the early eighties of being a sexual free spirit a young woman who no man could tie down.
I had some hairy moments, (where i nearly gave into ownership and monogamy) but some joyous freedom, and men who i shared passing moments with.
I did fall in true love and had children with the man i still love today we talked about my maverickness tonight.
I regret it none my body was my own in a way i will never know again.
A late night lament from a free form feminist.