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.