Frotteur

Some lovely textural pieces, like sunsets or moonrises, rubbings in various colored chalk. Can't remember where I saw these. Frottage, which sounds like a paraphilia but might mean nothing more than stroking a lover's foot. Sometimes milking a goat is just milking a goat. Living on a farm or ranch you find yourself doing strange things. There is a large pill, for instance, a bolus, and to get one in an animal you need to shove it down beyond the gag reflex, then stroke it through the gullet into that first stomach. Easy enough, once you learn how, like turning a breech calf or digging a post hole. There's a major disconnect, now, between feeling your way through and avoiding physical contact, you can't not touch what needs to be moved, and you're liable if you touch it. Tort is not a tart, first thing you know you're in bankruptcy and the wolves are clawing at the door. You what, stupid asshole, stood behind her, and corrected her grip on her putter? Her butt nestling into your crouch, your hand over her hand holding her putter. Class action case. Everyone whoever. I have a problem with labels, it's a hierarchy, and if I'm to play that game give me my due, I'm not an assistant. I'm not accountable.