wearing underwear Should anyone wish me to remove any of these photos from the net please let me know via a comment. I have loved balconies since I can remember. There were shuttered windows in France, Balconies made of decayed stonework in Palermo, the washing poking out into the street in Singapore, air conditioners of Hong Kong, the caged balconies of Kunming, and now these curvy balconies in Macau. I like balconies that have washing drying, where you can get a glimpse of someing inside, and balaconies that show something of their owners proclivities such as when they are storage areas for cats, bicycles or toys. Balconies are windows to homes, to little worlds where everything, especially love, takes place. Love takes us home. Underwear theft is a popular crime in at least one East Asian country. I am not a thief, and even if I were I\'d sooner covet an iPhone. Underwear theft is really, really weird. But having said that I find myself able to at least hazard a guess at what underwear theives are up to. Perhpas they stroke their stolen underwear, or rub soft cotton against their skin. Probably some of them sniff the underwear. Others may wear the underwear that they have stolen, perhaps even on their head. All these men that steal underwear are attempting to feel an intimacy - with the owner of the underwear - that does not in reality exist. Underwear theives are lonely, voyeristic, sex criminals (pick your degree of abhorrence). But what of balcony likers? I guess that I am voyeristic at the very least.
