Supermarket Cues - Exploring Sexual Arousal
Someone told me he had a fetish about supermarket queues, although I think he was actually talking about a phobia. All day I have been struggling not to write about this in a way that made tasteless references to plums, melons and the convenience of self-service. I imagined passion among the cans of baked beans and a liaison being consomme-d in the soup aisle. It must be hard to cope if on the one hand you need these environmental cues to satisfy your sexual desire, and on the other hand you find yourself in a state of hyperarousal in the hypermarket when all you need is milk for your tea. Thankfully I have recorded none of this, unlike the CCTV in the store.