Thursday, Feb. 19, 2004 - 12:04 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Pictorial of Devils and Dead Fish
Ah, the kitty has vacated my lap and so I was able to scan in the promised photos and more from the same roll. It has been a long time since photo developing. So here goes.
First, yes, here I am looking like the Penthouse Babe that I normally do not ressemble, at the bar on Valentines Day kissing all the lonely strangers and giving out chocolate!
And another picture of me that night, yesterday.
That is a crop my trident points are attached to.
And let me see, I said I'd address the guy who had "Happy BoulesDay". He actually is a body modification freak. I think he is in his late 50's or early 60's. Not sure. He has been bald as long as I know him, and only wears shoes with heels, ie women's shoes. He usually wears a skirt or dress. He looks more like a short wrestler than anything else, crossed with Elmer Fudd. He is incredibly sweet and incredibly talented. He does metalworking, making aluminum corsets and neckbraces, as well as jewelry, and does leatherworking, making gauntlets and leather paddles, whips and shoes that look like horsehooves for pony play.
He does all sorts of extreme play, including hanging huge weights from his nipple rings, and pumping saline solution into his body (that he did to simulate breasts before getting the implants). I have seen him do hook pulling, and fireplay, temporary piercing etc etc. One of his fave things was to light something (a candle, piece of paper or other) in a glass jar, and then quickly put it to his chest, so that the fire burning the oxygen creates a vacuum. The jar sucks onto his skin and will stay there... he wears two, like breasts. I've known him for about 5 years now. Apparently before he was very shy and had lots of fantasies but was just some sort of normal office guy. Not sure.
But about three weeks ago he got breast implants. They are still rather hard, and not at ALL natural looking or feeling... note that unlike women who get breast implants, he has no breast tissue (fat or mammary glands), so it is on ribs, covered with muscle and skin.
So, as per JL's comment, yes, it really is a body modification thing, like implants in your arm or clavicule etc, and not a way to look like a woman... he looks like a guy in a skirt with heels who would win any armwrestling contest. Funky guy.
Next, some things from past entries... Two pics of my fruitfly problem... had to wash up a bit, and the bread got thrown out... YES those black specks on the bread are fruitflies that somehow got INTO the closed breadbag and totally invaded it. Groan! They have short life spans and within 5 days were all dead dead dead. :)
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And here are some pics of the store that had the goldfish display in the window I was so incensed over around Christmastime. Gll... see how they are in the sun? (that is my doggy on the sidewalk!)... And there are like 6 dead fish out of 12. Glll.
Well, I totally have to get packing. I feel so strange not having much to do... I am leaving for the airport in about 6 hours. I have all the books stuff done days ago... the printer called me today to say they are shipping 100 copies of my book to San Fran. I sent the other books UPS from here last Friday. So all that is taken care of. I washed the dishes, changed the cat litter. All the dogsitters have their instructions and little packages of dogfood. The dog laundry is washed. The wigs are washed and combed and conditioned. I got my US $ and Visa Card. The flyer to give out when I am signing at APE is ready. My passport was renewed. I printed my cv/book bibliography on the back of my promo pages last night. I bought Swiss cheese fondue as offerings to my hostess. The only thing I have left to do really is pack. I am doing a last load of dark laundry (so my only black hoody is clean)... have a long bath. get dressed and leave. That's about it!
So funny to think that in 12 hours I'll be in San Fran, droppin by Onewetleg's store and hanging with fun chicks (bois?) from the M*dori list. yay! This is so exciting.
I have no idea if I'll be able to put an entry while I am gone. If not I'll be back next Tuesday night. And THEN it will take me a week to get caught up on everyone's entries! Tah! Wish me happy travels!!
Hugs to me, in the air, wenchie!!!
Here is my horoscope for Wednesday, February 18:Hehe, do you think I put in a reasonable amount of hard work?? Huh doya huh?? LOL!
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