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My paranoia about the sex trade comes from a incident that happened a long time ago. Churchgoers wanted to put an XXX bookstore in their neighborhood out of business. Their approach was to have someone visibly scrawl license plate numbers on a clipboard, spooking the clientele away. I was too young to go into the bookstore, but old enough for it to make an impression on me. Besides blackmail paranoia, the illegal sex businesses scare the shit out of me from a disease perspective. I have a nightmare of going to such places and my dick falling off. Oh, and I also have nightmares of a 400 lb. crazy bitch knocking on my window late at night while stopped at a light on Woodward, screaming "YOU WANNA DATE ME -- I GOT RUBBERS!!".Originally Posted by Glenn
Having said that, I've actually gotten a massage from an oriental place that was the second best non-sexual massage I've ever had. Back when I had a job that involved a lot more travel, kinking my big body into an airline coach seat led me to go for a massage every so often. The next time I was in the area again a few months later, instead of the older woman walking on my back and giving me a great massage, I got some anorexic ~20 year old doing some feather touch bullshit. I was ready to try and get someone to give me a real damn massage up to that point. She interpreted my being pissed off at her massage technique as my wanting a happy ending, and she was more than happy to provide one if I gave her more money. I bolted.
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