It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-04-14 | 12:23 a.m. Eat My Masochism
	The massage therapist, Peter, is my super secret Poppa for the day. He used lots of pressure, and kept asking if it was ok. You can't really let out an exuberant yes and launch into how you've been wanting someone to beat you when you've just met the massage therapist, so I settled for an uh huh everytime he asked. Except for the one time when he was working mid-back and it was killing me, and I told him it was a little tender. So he said, "we'll just have to de-tenderize it." Then he whipped out the hot rock. Yes, it was as good as it sounds. My back kind of hurts right now, but in the most satisfying way ever. I went home and wrote three pages. That I actually like. I also wrote a response to the director of our workshop, who sent me an email asking if I thought I'd be able to get finished in time to graduate. Hi, that's an email that needed to be sent about two weeks ago to have been appropriate. Particularly since I've seen her several times in the last few weeks. That's passive aggression for you. My response was really specific, and addressed the fact that a) I know I'm behind, and am working to correct that fact primarily because b) I've been sick for an entire month, and am just getting better, as well as c) I'll have it in by Friday or Saturday. There's a big dance this weekend, and I'm debating the merits of getting dressed up to go. There is sex potential, but I really hate to get my hopes up. Particularly after Poly Girl said to me today (half in jest, half not), "I don't have sex." I told her I'd spread the word. (And I sort of just did). **Queer Love** The weather that ROARED - 2005-03-01 Enabler's Rag - 2005-02-15 Where in the world? - 2005-01-14 Where have all the rude boys gone? - 2005-01-04 quickly - 2004-11-21 <-- - -->	Last Next Newest Older Rings Pictures Links Profile Guestbook Email me Notes Diaryland Hate is Great

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