Monday, June 23, 2008

I'm too sexy for my feet......


Just so you know, my days aren't completely full of holy ramblings. I do think about religion more than I used to and this blog has evolved into a spiritual journey of some kind.......my own pilgrim oddwalk as I grapple with various parts of the "mystery." I think perhaps I've written enough soul lingering for a while. Given that I've had more hits on this little piece of cyber-oz today than I've had in a long time, I see that maybe my last post was too heavy for a Monday morning jaunt. Not a speck of a comment........so I'm thinking I'd like to provide a little lighter fare.

When one works on the frontlines and hears many sad stories, and complications leading to suffering, one tends to seek out lighter fare to escape the stark realities. It's the same case in the medical field too.........we've all seen it on TV shows, so it must be true, right? Dirty jokes, innuendos, satire, and personal stories of drunk ups are all fodder for coffee talk in between the stressing times. Our "out of the office" team meetings normally end up in peels of laughter over some crazy story or double entendre moment. And, more often than not, sex talk tops the chatter at the local Tim Horton's line up or out behind the office building where people congregate for some engaging banter. It's just the way it is.

Today, after trying our best to focus on the day at hand, my office neighbour who is outrageously extraverted and a bright blue breath of fresh air in an office where dirges can often be heard filtering through the tepid air rank with post spring flooding...........we went out for a quick walk and a place to sneak a smoke. She doesn't smoke in public for fear of flogging. With environmentally unfriendly non fairtrade java in one mitt and a cig in the other, our conversation led us to filth right away.

We jumped right into it..........me telling her that I was thinking of writing gay porn for a publishing company as a way to make some money. I had heard of a person in town, an artist who earns the cash to buy her artistic supplies AND put gas in her car by using another name and sends them off to a harlequin romance kind of company. It seemed like a great way to expand my vocabulary along with my imagination. Why not? If I could get paid to write stories for Svend, then I could focus on the type of writing I really want to write about. She was all for it. The personal jury is out still considering it, but I'll let you know if I choose to. I'm still considering future in politics, so I best be considering this one for a while, eh? Or maybe I've blown it already with the diatribe I've already posted over the course of 3 years...................??

From there our conversation somehow landed on shaving..........and not legs. Much to my surprise, this is more the norm than I had realized. And the colourful language used in my ever growing education on the secrets of the snapper, was hilarious. There I was stuck in a thought that it was predominantly considered a ritualistic thing done after childbirth in Turkey. Turns out people spend THOUSANDS of dollars having electrolysis to eliminate every natural pubic hair forever. My office neighbour's niece did. Don't people have better things to do with their money (like buy my gay porn novels) than spend it on some bizarre and uncomfortable permanent altering? Doesn't it itch?? Ewww..........

As they say in the Miramichi, "Fill yer boots, if it's your thing"..............it's just not mine.

According to my partner in crime at home who is used to my puffed up ponderings and questions not necessarily acceptable in restaurants where one is expected to dress up and wear shoes, men shave in order for their penises to look larger? What's the point of that if it really isn't big? It seems like false advertising if that's the case. So, there's this moment of exhilarted titilation and then followed by a new moment of reality? It's like craving the taste of a Big Mac and then realizing you've been given the Happy Meal. Well, at least there's a toy. Perhaps it vibrates?

After our free spouting coffee chat, my office neighbour and I somehow managed to compose ourselves enough to re-enter the dirgey office setting, but with energy and food for thought for the rest of the afternoon. And as I was writing up my last assessment report of the day, I thought about how sexiness is a very personal taste............and given that the wall which separates us is made of rice paper thinness, we carried on our conversation until quitting time....sharing some of our own personal tastes.............and some of my ideas for my new writing assignment.

The boys are going to be unshaved.........................thought I'd start a new trend. It'll be right damn sexy.....it may even inspire some holiness.










10 comments:

Kate's Typewriter said...

could I be laughing any harder right now?!?! don't think soo!!! this is SOOO unexpected and hilarious. :)

"With environmentally unfriendly non fairtrade java in one mitt and a cig in the other, our conversation led us to filth right away."

and isn't it funny how, now that fairtrade is the fad, some of us are inspired to rebel against what's become the maintstream??

do, do write the gay porn, you've inspired me to become an exotic dancer to pay my very looming pile of bills... hahahah! MUAH!

awareness said...

hey Kate! The devil in me seems to always balk at fads.

Will consider the new career....I do plan to look into it a little further.....find out who the publishing company is etc. Who knows? funny how the thought has already conjured up various scenarios already. Ah! The ticking brain of an inspiring writer.

As for your pursuits for exotic dancing? I personally know a pole dancing mama who has her own business on the side........Pole lotta Fun! She's a woman with many talents. Tells me it's good exercise. Too bad you don't live close by, a party is being planned to learn the moves!

swilek said...

It's a wonderful thing to feel sexy, even if it isn't the world's definition of sexy!! Now that I've entered my 40's...I do feel sexy! Whooo hoo!
I just LOVE women's conversations...so different from men's!!!:) Can't wait to hear more from your office neighbour!!:)

I'm off to the UK too..I know you just got back...I'm off to visit family in Northern Ireland on Sunday..can't wait! Looking forward to seeing your glass pics..

btw about my name...it is a Newfie expression for seal. My dad is a Newfoundlander!!:)

kenju said...

You never cease to amaze me....this is so different from the usual post....and I love it.

As to shaving: I've always been a proponent of a good trim, but electrolysis? I've got better things to spend my $$ on - and anyway - time takes care of most of those pubes anyway.....LOL

Rainbow dreams said...

so hairy and holy go together?... lol
politically correct porn...?

can you just imagine fast food with complementary adult toys - a whole series to collect...

this post is bad for my brain...too many thoughts running away with me!!!
big mac, kfc, vege options?.... endless possibilities!

the lighter side of life does help balance the stark realities of work :)

why not explore it...and let us know if you do...or would you start another blog for that?

awareness said...

swile......gee I didn't know it was a Nfld term for seal. I like it.

Enjoy your trip.....it sounds lovely.....hope you feel right sexy as you travel around.

Judy! Glad you enjoyed and thank you for the info. You crack me up!

katie....I don't think Jesus shaved, so yes I do believe hairy is holy. :)

and if I do follow up on this new extracurricular career path, it will not be on a new blog. No way! I'm getting $$ for my efforts. Everyone will have to purchase the book!!

Under there... said...

I believe George Carlin's mantle has landed upon you now! I am speechless and few other words you cannot say on TV. I love your blog!

awareness said...

Tim! I was worried I had scared off the men! Thanks for being so brave to leave me a comment.

George Carlin! Perhaps he HAS touched upon me. I love and laugh at the very idea. I'll let you know if I begin to spew forth those 7 famous words. I remember listening to that album when it first was recorded and was so shocked by it. :)

Karen said...

Why Dana, you saucy devil, you. I wasn't a bit surprised by this post...I always knew you had it in you. Go forth and conquer my friend.

awareness said...

Gypsy! Will let you know if conquering occurs. I was hoping you'd be by to read it. Thought you'd get a kick out of it.
cheers.