Boondoggle
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ORIGINAL: subtee Stupid blushing.... I hear you. I blush at the drop of... well, probably not a hat, but at the drop of a lot of things. I blush for other people's embarrassment even when they're not really embarrassed. Take this last weekend, for example. I went and saw an amazingly, spectacularly fabulous play called "Martha, Josie and the Chinese Elvis" about a burnt out Dominatrix's 40th birthday. If you can, go see it, it's worth it. Anyway, there's a particular scene when two women (the Dominatrix, Josie, being one of them) have a sort of 'Dom-off contest' with the Chinese Elvis being the victim. It's a very emotionally intense, yet still amusing scene (thanks to the fabulous author). Fortunately, I was not seated next to the stage, but rather towards the back of the theater, in the dark, as I could feel my face burning during most of the 'competition.' I'm sure anyone who would have so much as glanced at me would have seen my face as red as a tomato. Hell, even now, recounting this, I'm blushing a bit. It's a good thing I enjoy humiliation play.
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You see I'm not the kind of fella' who can get off on vanilla. No I need a little color in my sex. -- The Wet Spots
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