The Lady Humps and Dumps

Sometimes I think about how my life would have been in the 16th century as an intellectual, independent and very sexual person. During the Renaissance women cross-dressed in men's clothing for many reasons: to avoid marriage, to have a lesbian relationship, to travel...

I picture myself travelling across dangerous mountain ranges. I fantasise about finding a wild stranger, a bandit perhaps, and unveiling my real body to him underneath the men's clothing that I'm wearing. I hypnotise him and we get all wet and dirty on the ground. We barely speak. It is animalistic fucking, like the nymphs and satyrs on those obscene and forbidden 16th century paintings that turn me on so much.