365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 27 : Sweaty, Sweaty, Hot Yuck

It was a humid day.


Hardly surprising in a Sydney Summer where the clouds often hang around, and even when you have low temperatures, you can still sweat like a banshee. Or perhaps that's just me. I do see people in their suits walking merrily along with nary a drop of sweat on them or even a hint of a 'glow'. Quite how they manage this I don't know, but they are definitely gifted physiologically, lucky bastards!

Thanks to my predilection to sweat even at the mention of the word' heat', I am a lover of Winter. No, not the sleazy porn actress, thank you - there may not be a heterosexual porn actress with that name but it sounds like a heterosexual porn actress's name, to the ears of this gay boy - but the delightfully cold season itslef when I can wear nice clothes, and they stay nice, and unsmelly, and smart. Bring on the Winter chills, the scarves, the coats, and the biting winds..... I welcome thee with open arms.