So the other day I got waxed. What a fun way to be liberated! Imagine a doctor office type thing to lay on with 2 sets of track lighting on the most beautiful part of your body. In walks my waxer.....the FUNNIEST person ever. She was a hoot at 60 something, jewish woman from New York City. I felt like we had been friends forever. She told me the best stories about people.
She waxes this male porn star, and he is in her word "deformed" haha. She was like "can you imagine having to put that in your mouth or give it a hand job.....more like two hand job (cue big parallel arm movements up and down)". I was laughing so hard. This woman has a job that I could live with. People are at their most vulnerable when they come to you, plus you can talk about all sorts of raunchy shit..........I feel like that's what people expect. If I waxed men I'd have a 5 part rating system. Plus I feel like when you have people spread eagle with wax on their crotch, they feel like they can confess anything in that moment. Hell might be better than therapy. Wax = Therapy. Freud missed the boat on this gold mine.
Oh and she only takes men by referral........you dirty boys you. She and I also came to the conclusion that the porn industry was the new form a of circus all the social outcasts and weirdos go there. A break through in my therapy session, I love to be naked, I'm pretty darn comfortable how I look physically, and that I look DAMN good down there........alabaster from my head down to my ass, HOLLA!
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