inspiration- i saw this image whilst browsing the inter-webs and various social media sites, willing myself to sleep during the Edfringe 14.

When i saw this image, it stirred a number of emotions.
1.that i missed my partner terriblly, having been away from him for a month, which led to thought of appreciation of his exsistance in my world.., which snowballed into reading an article attached to the image about a study into human touch and proximity, how how you can tell so much about a couple and the status (no not facebook, where they are at in their journey and emotional stand point)  by so little as how we hold eachother in bed.

THEN THE FLOOD BEGAN, i sat up and begand furiously writing about the storey of a couple told through imagery such as thiis along with other simple yet affective approaches, then i introduced anohter couple, because that raised the stakes!
Why have one saucy couple when you can have two, right?
And what happend when a tickled fancy turns into a pursued infedility.
 
I consulted my little black book, a tatty pocket mole skin journal ive been lugging around for years. Inside, poems, phrases and personal definitons , diary entries from a swelling heart. 
It did not take long (SAME NIGHT, yes i had a show the next day , bright and early) to realise id alsmost written this show already, it was my life, it was many peoples lives, i just needed to start the conversation and share stories.
Stories of discovering , heart palpataions, a sudden rush of blood to the .......... head ,yes!!!!, and penis, it happens and there are fantasticly funny stories about mens experiences with un controlled lust/love/desire and i want to hear those stories, they are what makes us love hungry animals.
Im not ashamed of desire or lust, it reminds us of how fast our hearts can race and how angry we can be a deciept.
The lessons we live but never learn, words that we itch to expel but bottle for fear of rejection, only to find its too late, or infact too early...oooo embarressing. WEVE ALL BEEN THERE. yes this is a storey about love, BUT WAIT KEEP READING. not just love, HUNGER, desire, LUST, passion, MISTAKES,companionship, JEALOUSY, touch, FRIENDSHIP, heart ache and heart break, heart swell and heart shape.
ALL OF THESE ELEMENTS, ONE TIME OR ANOTHER ACCURE WITH LOVE, its not a single bubble mind map, and every journey is different. and with the collaboration and honesty from myself and my cast , we wish to deliver our best embarressing moments, and our lowest of low (mostly my lows, those are lessons i have lived AND LEARNT i assure you)
This not a storey of failure, but a storey of discovering. Of sensation and feeling, our limits and our extremes. The places we long to go and the places we refuse be. The person i become when the journey is no longer just me and how messy is becomes when it transform to X3.
Nostaglia and dreams , assumed attraction- what we think to be "our type".
THE HONEYMOON PERIOD!
ITS A REAL THING, with a terrible title, a state of being in which people go out of their way to inform you that you are in it! and are quick to remind you that your leaving it behind.
Finding that person who gets you, i mean REALLY GETS YOU, appreciates your exsistance , is proud of your acheivments.
This life we humans lives is a funny one.

Our way of life is driving us further apart in a society that longs to be loved and to love. 
In a society that drives us to believe that is the norm, coupledom and family, leaving those content with a solo mission in life feeling inadequte and wrong, judged by the norm.
Woman aspire to rise above and be equal, rallying women to be proud of your womanhood, but so often tear each other down.
Men desire women momentarily and those that long for a life time find women whom leave you because "youre just too nice", in my experience , this arose from geuine affection and desire to please and be pleased , resulting in my paranoia, as my track record told me this was a RED FLAG MOMENT, ABORT ABORT, HE WILL... I REPEAT...HE WILL HURT YOU!!! THIS IS THE FIRST STAGE, SECOND STAGE IS - HE GETS BORED OF YOU AND MOVES ON!

False! he was a lovely man and i left him broken and confused for fear of the same feeling.

We judge eachother on our weight..weight of our waistline and weight of our "baggage"

weight of our worth and we wait, for that special someone to walk up to the plate and we weigh in.



so yes, these thought spured from my tired mine, in a single sleepless evening, the themes still stand: Relationship, cause and effect, friendsship/companion ship.
Deciept and desire. Love and Loneliness, and above all, joy, pure, un adulterated joy.