On Wednesday we went to a festival called Codigo Pais, the best section of which was dedicated to erotica.

It was here we joined a line leading to a small space, in which a nutty guy dressed in white told us all to sit down. On the wall was a video of a naked woman being felt up by a man standing behind her. A muscly guy wearing nothing but undies and a big bull mask stood silently in the corner.

The loco guy began ranting, in Spanish of course so I didn’t understand. A few minutes in a woman stepped out of the shadows, wearing black, lacy nickers and a gauzy shawl around her body and face. She began this extended orgasm, begging people to moleste her, writhing on the floor, and rubbing against a solid wooden chair. Then a woman came out and danced, naked except for a shawl she played with.

After she left a drag queen came out, and it seemed to mark a new section of the performance. The crazy guy stepped closer to the centre of the room, seemed to search the audience with his eyes and then pointed at me. I looked at Kylie, literally shrugged, and stood up, where I was led to a back entrance from which each performer had emerged. The crazy guy picked eight or nine others from the audience.

There I was greeted by this woman:

Who blindfolded me. My heart was racing pretty damn fast at this point. After seeing the performance I felt like just about anything could happen.

Blindfolded they slowly led me forward through a curtain. Suddenly I felt something sweet on my lips. It tasted like chocolate, so I took a bite – it was a chocolate wafer. Then I felt something wet on my lips – it burned a little. Ah yes, vodka.

Now hands were rubbing my arms, and caressing my hands, placing them on other bodies. Sometimes I felt a man’s stubble, or the hair on arms. They rubbed up my legs (I was wearing a skirt), and pulled down my singlet top a little. I wondered how far it was going to go.

I felt a man push his body against me from the back.

Then I was led further, and the blindfold taken off. Kylie and two friends from Spanish school were gawping at me, asking me what the hell happened in there. Apparently while we had disappeared into the void, the rest of the audience had simply been told to fuck off.

I never did get to see that space I had been in, or who I had been touching or touching me. And it wasn’t really the point, was it? It wasn’t about a mass orgy or anything like that, it was about each blindfolded participant experiencing a kind of ‘personal erotica’.

And how fitting considering all my talk of being sexually repressed!