At his roll-top desk (an American import) in his
apartment in Kyoto, he spends his Saturday morning
reviewing some reports from the office. He is naked,
except for his sock-sheathed feet (blue, semi-sheer socks)
propped up on the desk as he leans back in the swivel chair.
No inhibitions or pruderies interfere, any more, with his
intentions or life-style. A young corporate lawyer, he is
said to be on the fast track to an executive title; but, as
he reads the numbers and projections on the page, he thinks
primarily about his boyfriend, anticipated to arrive before
morning is over, and the rest of the day will be devoted to
lovemaking---naked, with . . . just their socks on . . . .
Kyakuchuu
aka
J-Called