In public places, I have been finding it increasingly difficult to pry my eyes away from people who have their bodies consciously touching one another. After I notice the physical connection, nothing else is quite as engaging around me anymore. Sitting alone, or in the midsts of a loud group of friends or strangers, I will sit torn between the backwardness of my voyeuristic appetite, and a very warm, buttoned-up awkwardness inside, from knowing that more touch and less fuss on the stage would be enjoyed by me.