I once went to a 'physical theatre' performance at the Edinburgh Fringe in a very small and airless studio room on a very hot day. We were sitting in the middle of a long row of seats, so no easy escape was available. A man and woman came out and danced around to some 'white noise' from a stereo. It was already fairly claustrophobic, but then the actors started taking their clothes off and ended up naked and extremely sweaty, writhing around in front of us. Not only was it was difficult to know where to look, but the cloying aroma of their 'glowing' bodies was way too intimate for comfort. Half an hour in I also had to resist a very strong urge to pick up the stereo and tune it to Radio 4, where even the shipping forecast would have provided some welcome relief.
I think it also reawakened disturbing memories of my father coming home from work and stripping naked in the sitting room. He would then take up position cross legged on an armchair. His large stomach made him look a bit like Buddha and thankfully occluded the view of his manhood. It wasn't a great experience at the best of times, but after a hot day in the office, even less so. It was also quite weird eating dinner when one person wasn't wearing any clothes - 'No sausages for me, thank you'.
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