Two-years ago after New Year I was travelling down from Scotland with BA flying with my friend, let's call him James. James is gay and was giggling away to himself. He was on his new app - finding friends to meet up with. It transpired that three other gay men flying on the same plane were asking James to meet up to have sex, no strings attached. "Sex in the City" was born. From that date I have been collecting articles, cuttings from everyday newspapers all with a common theme - "sex" All manner of people, strangers, couples and singles, gay and straight, were having uncomplicated, non committal, non-attached sex, every day in every way as Gilbert and George would say, "Love allways and always"
I wanted to see just how far individuals would go in search of a sexual encounter. - to investigate in the year 2014 just what we all get up to in the dark (and some times light). I wax completely taken aback, inundated with willing models for my "Sex in the City" survey. I have cross dressers, gay couples, heterosexual couples, couples into pegging (look it up), single men and women and a man who likes to wear his socks, shoes, garters and nothing else. I have been amazed, overwhelmed and completely gob smacked at just what our neighbours and friends get up to. I must have turned away twenty willing participants for my intimate body casting sessions full to bursting after Five days on social media. It's rude and of the now - "Sex in the City"