Kana
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ORIGINAL: littlewonder Yes my doctors know. No I don't educate them. I never went about telling them per say. I had bruises. They asked me about them and I laughed and said "we like rough sex" and left it at that. They shrugged or shook their head, laughed and that was it. Nothing more said. They also ask me when I got my tattoos either and if it hurt and if the place was clean and sterile. Not all agreed with any of that but none really cared one way or the other. It's really nothing new to them and they really don't care. They just ask questions because by law they have to. Yeah-while back we drove to do some take out surgery. The nurse asked,mouse dropped the rough sex line and I swear, the nurse found it more awkward than we did. Now, and this is an awesome story,me and mouse like to haunt flea-markets, swaps, farmers markets, craft fairs and church sales and such when we don't have anything to do on Saturday mornings. It gets us out of the house, active and running around the city and we find all sorts of neat shit. It's utterly amazing how many items can be gotten on the cheap and used for torture if seen through the right eyes. So a while back, we're at this church sale that has all sorts of cool shit,old safes from the 1800's, you could buy a church pew, alter pieces, etc... Apparently they were selling off pretty much the entire church...including the kitchen (For those who don't know,big churches have industrial size kitchens with all the accompanying accouterments). Among the equipment I found this massive, as in 50 gallon cast iron soup pot...and the equally large stirring paddle-the fucking thing is like an uber thick oar,I mean like three feet long sorta stuff-great for impact play. I didn't want the pot,but the paddle was two bucks so I snatched it up. The mouse bought some stuff too,household shit, a Johnson and Wales cookbook,some other crap. Which all works out great till we get to the head of the line and the Pastor,an old irish guy, is doing the check out. He's handing the items to the register girl, naming the price as she adds up the bill-no big deal...until he gets to the paddle. He looks at it, says,"Where's the pot?" "Don't want the pot, just the paddle." "Now, why would anyone want just...ooooooh..." It was awesome. I've never seen a city priest utterly speechless. He looked at me. Then to her.Then to me. Then to her. Making strangling gurgling sounds of awkwardness all the while. I let him hang for a bit before taking him off the hook, pointed to the cookbook,mentioned that I was a trained chef, all that good stuff. He didn't believe it for a second but I think he appreciated the social grace :-) We laugh every time we walk past the church now
< Message edited by Kana -- 12/8/2013 2:58:10 PM >
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