Dog turd

He stares at the half-inch thick wad of banknotes as though I’ve just handed him a fresh dogturd.

He stepped carefully round a dogturd on the pavement.

Then you’re out on the sidewalk of Montparnasse with its fumes of tulips and clotted cream and clotted lungs and cigars and sewers—even fumes from the lobster who walks on a leash. And did his owner march slowly or drag his swimmerets briskly along through the one man’s Parisian dogturd that is the other man’s cutting-edge conceptual art?

What has sex got to do with chakra therapy? Rather a lot, I would argue. Even in these (allegedly) enlightened times, sex is the “elephant in the living room” from a therapeutic and well-being standpoint. Yet we still pussyfoot around the issue “like Queen Victoria stepping round a dogturd”¹ unless the client actually presents with a sexual problem.