Funny bathroom conversation where prostitution is legal…

“Uh, don’t you love the feeling of peeing after sex.”

Why is that not okay now.
Sex happens at night, after we’re alone.  When no one is looking.
I prefer my sex in the middle of the day, or better, morning.  Getting someone to just give you excatly what you want until you say stop.  That’s a new thing.  The entire world at your fingertips because you don’t actually get here until you can master the fingertips.

I started with a squiggle pen.  I found out the highest setting on the pen mimicked the feeling of a vibrator. Well, it was a little more sporadic which is why I seem to tend toward a varied tempo.  Changing the count right in the middle makes me so wet.

Yeah.  Baby.

I played a jukebox song that softens the blow of my new role.  Get ready America…  I actually think the dominatrix is the next bitch to rule this nation.  We will have to work our way up the line but before I die, I want to see my elements of power put into use.  We exist.  I can feel it.  The number of women that know we aren’t less than men, just differently equipped.  Don’t confuse equality with being the same.  We ARE different.  But the trans movement is fixing that. I’m just ahead of my time

In my Sick Sad World the human race evolves into a tribal culture that values ability over appendages.  We are the same in nature and appearances are the eugenics of fear.  Learn to let go of the fear.  Learn to let pain pass through you.  Have faith in the ability of our species to cope if nothing else.

I’m an outlier.  I’m not consistent.  Most people stay consistent because it’s economically viable.  Just remember your ability to accept change that isn’t immediate to your situation.  Be open to new ideas if you don’t understand them.  The first impression might not tell the whole story.

I hope I’m here next weekend.