Ybors Saturday night winds down slowly, people disjoin, tendrils of energy pull, pull, then snap, to reattach new moments elsewhere, which become hours and days. The work makes time go fast, and all at the Leather Tiger experience the frisson. The many people arriving to be pierced by Artist Doug Shelton experience Leather Tiger combustion, and become part too, and here can be seen that the excepted views of Carnal Knowledge are nothing but limits for the intellectually enslaved. Ecstasy in Being with no false illusionment, coupled with the sure knowledge of Physical Transience awakens Tribal Identity. An identity just recently retrieved from thieves.
Coalescence is revived.
Plans are made and background gotten. The photographer peruses magazines to familiarise himself as much as possible with the subject to shoot. He sees a picture of a woman with multiple piercings and lots of ink. The author expounds on his theory concerning the new popularity of body piercing as prelude to implantable technology. Its where his personal adult history resides, and all that entails, and he hopes to see it soon.