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webcowgirlOn reflection, I found the simpering and cooing of the caucasian "artist's model" rather nauseating. Watching her interact with the "paying customers" was so fake it gave me the creeps. Of course, it was a good situation to have an event where exhibitionists and voyeurs could interact in ways they both enjoyed, but her need to have people fawn over her irritated me. It made me want to say, "Keep your naked butt about three feet away from the guy with the long hair or I'm going to knock you off of your 9 inch heels and cram them up your ass."
Ahem.
And then of course there was the ickiness of having the paying customers smirking at me, which made me want to say to them,"You have not paid to ogle ME, so get yer goddamn eyes out of my cleavage or I'm going to slap yer goddamn silly face off." I did not like being treated like merchandise.
We spent a good two hours today considering house plans with the architect, which of course reminds me of the fact that I have no idea what the next six months will bring income-wise. Then we had a super-late lunch at Mesob, and we'll be spending the evening at my brother's house playing Carcasonne and such.
Ahem.
And then of course there was the ickiness of having the paying customers smirking at me, which made me want to say to them,"You have not paid to ogle ME, so get yer goddamn eyes out of my cleavage or I'm going to slap yer goddamn silly face off." I did not like being treated like merchandise.
We spent a good two hours today considering house plans with the architect, which of course reminds me of the fact that I have no idea what the next six months will bring income-wise. Then we had a super-late lunch at Mesob, and we'll be spending the evening at my brother's house playing Carcasonne and such.
