Music today: "Detachable Penis" by King Missile
Reading today: other people's diary entries and tons of spam
Sunday, Oct. 19, 2003 - 4:22 a.m.
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Massaging to Detachable Penis
4:22 am... damn diaryland and my computer are NOT in synch... my computer claims it is 4:21. oh welll. It is late for most people and early for me.
I will let you in on what I am wearing, since I just got back from giving a thrill to the LaFleur customers down the street... Tall calfhigh Harley boots, fishnet stockings with garterbelt, black leather shortshorts with lots of little buckles. I am, underneath the black hoodie, wearing a black leather bra... not too femmey in cut... and over the hoodie I was wearing my black leather jacket and a black beret. You should see idiots look at me while they suck back their steamies and poutine.
Yes, me and K8 went for steamies (i had a toaste instead... for those of you whom are unaware, that is a steamed hotdog with chopped cabbage and onions, on a split whitebread kind of a hotdog bun... toasted bun in my case) and poutine (which is fries, preferably sort of soggy, with curd cheddar cheese melting over them, all soaked in brown sauce. Yes they call it "sauce brun" which is brown sauce. not beef gravy, or any such thing. Brown sauce).
So there, the end of the report on Quebecois fast food... mmmmm.
I had a great time massaging patrons at the fetish club tonight. Took my massage table, wore aforementioned bra and shorts (the better not to glom up clothing with oil... i figured i can just rub more oil in the leather). I hadnt really done more than one massage to a lover in the past year, and so my muscles were screaming "hey! we are officeworkers! hey!!", but i just did my best masochist breathe-through-the-pain thing and massaged away. Right now i feel every muscle in my forearms as I type... hah! they should be happy to go back to officework! poor things!
I decided I prefer hard rock and deathmetal to techno to massage to. Better beat for muscles.
I totally enjoy massaging in a bar. I have done it before, maybe 10 years ago. The patrons are already there to relax and hang out, unlike my clients in my professional life, who were often between business meetings, or between work and picking up the kids. The loud music blocks any outside noise, and gives the client something soothing or at least all-engaging, to listen to. Their friends can be making stupid comments 5 feet away, and they are just in lala land, not selfconscious at all, between the noise coverup, and the dim lighting. And I as well enjoy massaging to music that is not Enya, and totally unpredictable since the dj is in charge, vs one of my own tapes. The beat inspires me... it is sort of like dancing with a happy blissed out partner, all the while getting the positive results of having them go from totally tense to relaxed and trusting. Very good.
So, I may actually contact some places to offer to massage once a month or something (haha! like i need another possible future claim on my time!!)... it would be a nice way to put touch in my life, get me out of the house, and is physical AND relaxing at the same time. Good exercise and happy people kissing me and giving me compliments at the end! yay!
The only pissy thing is that I discovered that the people who borrowed my massage table several months ago to make a movie demo broke the clasp that keeps it closed to transport it. Grrrrr. grrrr again. Lend something expensive for free, wait months to get it back, and it is dirty and broken. grrrr. At least all the legs were still there.
Well, this is not such an inspired entry... no photos, scans, links, book reviews etc. Although I will mention some very funny song playing while I massaged called "detachable penis" by King Missile. It really is kinda neat: here is part of it:
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
Well, that's it folks. Besides that, do my two new surveys, called "Sexaddict" and "Breakup", okay? Thanks.
Goodnight to sleepy me. Yay, sleepy before 5am, yay.
zzz, wenchie me
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