Recently I read Chris Bohjalian's new novel Hour of the Witch. It's set in Boston around 1660 and concerns a young woman who is battered by her well-to-do husband but is unable to get a divorce. The mentality of that society disturbed me. I'm glad I didn't live back then. But I have to wonder if people living 400 years from now (assuming there are people) will think the same thing about people living in 2021.
Yesterday I was thinking about colors. Perhaps like most people, I recognize appealing color combinations and unappealing color combinations. But except by trial and error I'm not able to "create" appealing color combinations. I have to see it to get it; I can't visualize it out of thin air. There are perhaps a few exceptions, and some of these relate to sex. I can picture (and with pleasure) the colors or a woman's nipple and areola, the delicate hues of her vulva, the shades of her anus. Shows where my mind's at, I guess.
This morning my illustrated story "Condom Capers" appears here on SOL. The story owes to some suggestions by ChewToyHuey. Thanks ChewToy!