There’s something you’re dying to try but people like you don’t do stuff like that.
You’d love to explore a sensual, strange side of yourself but it’s been mysteriously roped off. (For your safety and the safety of the other patrons, you are asked to stay behind the partition.)
You want to touch something that’s just out of reach but, my god, you swear you can taste it.
You can’t see it, though, because it’s plastered in signs that push you away: DO NOT TOUCH.
It’s forbidden because of who you believe you are.
It’s forbidden because of who you think they think you are.