There's some kind of group therapy session with my therapist and his male therapist friends. Me and some stranger girlfriends sleep on the floor with the therapists in our pajamas, knit slips and wool socks. I'm next to my therapist. He tells me how aroused he is and I feel my stomach drop. I smile and say it's ok, we are animals, but I'm inwardly disappointed that my therapist can't control his boners.
A man who is also a woman, or a woman who is also a man accompanies me to a photo shoot. He/she hands me a plate of salad then stands next to me. He/she points out his/her boner under black leggings. I'm open to the boner, but lose my appetite. He/she follows me around the photo studio and continues to show me her/his boner. I don't want to see it. I tell her/him to go away. He/she stabs me in the arm with a plastic fork.
