I’m so grateful to be reconnected with my wetness again - and especially to be reminded of my breastfeeding days where my own abundantly-dense milk ducts would shower not just my baby, but all the customers sitting near me at the Waterstones Bookshop Cafe in Oxford. Live, Look, Feel Wet.

Bizarre and camp, but somehow also tranquil and weirdly spiritual. Made me feel better about being stuck in a corporeal form.