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Friday - December 21, 2001
What Is That Under The Rug?


Ungh. Holidays.

People have started to filter into town. Family members and friends - most of whom are under the impression I still do communication / customer service / advertising consultation from home these days. I have done several "once overs" on the house and I'm not imbued with confidence. On each trail run, I find more and more stuff that would raise eyebrows. 

After purging the outer living area of all work-related contraband, I glanced at the computer desk and realized all my notepads were in plain view. Can't you JUST see the look on my aunt's face when she happens to glance down and see "John Smith 555-555-5555 / 65 (64:32) / Georgia Tech (Varsity) and Panthers / cock-sucker / Doxy blonde / cum on face / strap-on and ass fisting/ Follow-up with humiliation beach fantasy & lots of anal.

Aside: the above is fairly typical of the notes I take. John Name, John's phone number / number of billed minutes (actual talk time) / personal details we discussed / sexual fetishes/act the john enjoys / ideas for next call. LOL. It reads like some perverted list of ingredients to a sex recipe. 

Anyhoo, somehow I don't think the whole "Those are just notes for an article I'm working on" will cut it, should it fall under the eye of some blue-haired auntie.

However, after stowing my notebooks carefully into my workroom desk, I was sure I'd exorcised the house of sexual demons. That was when it suddenly occurred to me how many things I consider NORMAL that are anything but.

The small supply of vibrators, lotions, and other objects in the shoe box beside the spare bed - the little Foley props I keep in the bathroom for those performances of scat audio theater - the plywood plank on the floor where rests a pair of very clicky high heels - the DOZENS of phones that litter the house…the list is endless. 

I'm not going to lament about being in the sex-industry closet because I'm rather comfy in here - but it does make tidying up the house for family a bit of an exercise. 

I have this recurring nightmare of my granny rubbing Climax Lube onto her elbows muttering "Oh, Doxy, wherever did you get this hand lotion? It's wonderful."

Eeep. 

On a completely diary-related note, I have to say that I don't know exactly where I'm going with these daily audios. Today is a wicked little snippet for the mommy's boys out there. Other days I just feel like throwing out a quote about sex. If you've got any ideas or input, feel free to write me and let me know how that's working out for you (if at all). Oh, and it's Friday. Don't forget to Clix me if you enjoy my entries by clicking on one of the CLIX icons. Fridays reset all the scores. ;-)




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