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Masochism?


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From Nurse Jones,

Boy,  for a throwaway comment, I sure got a lot of mail. In one of my  last
posts  I mentioned that I had gone to the fitness center and worn  a  thong
with  sheer pantyhose instead of tights. I got a few wannafucks  from  guys
that  probably wear black socks to their respective exercise spas. To  them
(if I may quote Opus) I say:

                              Pthlbpbpthlbt!!

                 Please stop introducing yourselves to me.
                       Let me detest you incognito.

I  got  a larger number of e-mails that said I must have looked  pretty  hot
(one from a guy in Indiana  of all places -- not my hometown, I hope. Not
that I know everybody in my hometown, I just know enough of them. This one
wished he had been there with a camera), to those guys, I say:

    You're  durn tootin' I was hot.  Read The List to find out what  I  look
    like, or take my word for it, I have a pretty good bod. The first time I
    did  that  I  was  pretty  embarrased  by  it,  since  that's  a  pretty
    unconventional way to wear a thong,  but with Jay's encouragement I took
    the  plunge and yes, it was a serious turn-on for me. The next  time  I
    went to the fitness center, I got on the exercycle that way. I  noticed
    that a kind of animal Gregorian chant developed behind me on the weight
    machines:  a  sort  of groaning and moaning and  grunting  in  12  part
    harmony  accompanied by clinking weights. Cardiovascular fitness  is  a
    wonderful  thing.  Glad I could help. But workouts with  heavy  weights
    aren't supposed to be aerobic, are they?

And  I  got one e-mail from a guy in Venice Beach,  I think,   which  is  in
California?  He  said I should wake up and stop thinking this is a big deal.
Girls rollerskate in Venice Beach wearing thongs with NOTHING underneath. To
which I say:

    You are OBVIOUSLY not from the midwest.  This IS a big deal for a former
    almost-cheerleader (should I admit that?  I tried out for it,  OK?  They
    wanted me,  too,  but I changed my mind. Such as it was). You just don't
    KNOW  what  it's LIKE in the midwest.
         They don't even have SEJ in the midwest. In California, maybe.  In
    France, they have sex. In Indiana, they have hot water bottles.
         If  you  are  ever  picked up by an  alien  space  ship,  which  I
    understand  happens a lot in California (but never in Indiana) and  you
    don't know where they put you down when they let you go, just step into
    the  nearest  Chinese restaraunt. If the people  aren't  sharing  their
    food,  you're  in the midwest. Probably Indiana. Their  idea  of  open-
    mindedness  is dating a Canadian. You have no IDEA what you're  dealing
    with  here. They even tell jokes about midwesterners. They're not  very
    funny, so it wouldn't surprise me if you've never heard them. How  many
    midwesterners  does it take to screw in a lightbulb? One. Why  did  the
    midwesterner cross the road? To get to the middle. Har har.
         And you think it's no big deal for me to wear sheer pantyhose under
    a thong? Do you know how HARD it was for me to even LOOK at a thong on a
    styrofoam  mannequin in the department store?   I made Jay buy  it,  for
    crissakes!   No wonder I've been getting notes from people that tell  me
    I'm really okay, they're not appalled by what I did in The List, I'm not
    abnormal.  These people are probably all from CALIFORNIA!  This explains
    everything!   Believe  me,  I  may look normal  on  the  outside  to  a
    Californian, but I got that way by developing some serious  personality
    disorders  in an alread-twisted little midwestern psyche.  It was  hard
    work,  getting  this  far, and it only comes OUT  looking  normal.  You
    should see it from the INSIDE.
         I  mean, who but a midwesterner could be a  closet  exhibitionist?
    Talk about an oxymoron.

Nurse Jones,
      dismounting from the exercycle,  looks over  her shoulder
          to discover the shining armour brigade. She licks  her  thumb,
              applies it briefly, experimentally, to her butt:

                            Tssssssst!

                     And smiling, says, "You're supposed to polish
                          that armour
                              on the OUTSIDE, boys."





polish armor on the OUTSID

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