Booty Call, the book

[mamacita]

Lacy underthings...

I just went to the doctor's office in my place of employment.

Your place of employment has a doctor's office? You ask.... Yeah, it does, because where I work is a high-pressure, male dominated place where people are very likely to have heart attacks, although not in my department.

I went to the clinic here because I don't have a regular docor. I just started working this year and it has taken me a while to find one because I am baffled by health insurance. You know, all of the ins and outs you need to know in order not to get ripped of by the medical industry. (I finally chose a doctor off a list and have an appointment next month for a physical... so don't worry, I am reaping the benefits of being a drone. )

Well, in the mean time I had a bit of an emergency... not an emergency per se, but something that needed to be dealt with. I'm pretty sure I have a UTI. And for those of you that don't know what that neat and tidy acronym stands for it is Urinary Tract Infection.

I know what your thinking. You are thinking YOU SLUT! But actually, some women get them alot. And alot of those women ARE sluts. But I digress....

The doctor gave me 2 prescriptions and warned me that one of them would turn my pee orange and I shouldn't wear my "Victoria Secrets" while I was taking it. Not only did he warn me... he warned me 3 times! Hey, I got it the first time buddy!! Stop thinking about my panties. You are a doctor for christ's sake!

I think in his mind, the conversation went a little bit like this:

"So, while you are taking the Phenazopyridine don't wear your Victoria Secrets, it will ruin them." (#1)

"Why what do you mean doctor, I can't wear my sexy panties??? What'll I do?"

"All I am saying, is don't wear your expensive underthings, because they could get stained." (#2)

"But doctor, a sexy girl like me just can't STAND to wear granny panties! If I don't have lace chafing my supple inner thighs or a thong cramed in my ass, I just don't feel like a woman!"

"Well, we want you to get well. Be strong dear. This is your HEALTH we are talking about. Do not wear your expensive Victoria Secret underthings!" (#3)

"Doctor, perhaps you could help me. If I brought you my lacy skimpy sexy underthings, would you keep them for me? I would feel much better if I knew a strong man like you was keeping my panties for me, then I could resist. Then my panties would be safe from ruin!"

Just take two of these, baby, and call me in the morning!

I hope that none of the Foreplay team gets a UTI between now and Friday... cause they really can't resist wearing lacy underthings!

What a rant... I didn't take my Kava today!

 

[mamacita]

Part deux.

On my lunch break I spent an unprecidented $100 on sexy underthings. That company doctor (see previous post) made me realize how much I was lacking in the sexy underthings department!

Now I have all these sexy underthings....AND I CAN'T WEAR THEM!

DOCTOR'S ORDERS!

Be strong for me.

 

[mamacita]

One by the Kinks:

Set me free, little girl.
All you gotta do is set me free, little girl.
You know you can do it if you try,
All you gotta do is set me free, free,
Free, free.

I don't want no one,
If I can't have you to myself.
I don't need nobody else.
So if I can't have you to myself,

Set me free.
Set me free.

Oh set me free, little girl.
All you gotta do is set me free, little girl.
You know you can do it if you try,
All you gotta do is set me free, free,
Free, free.

Set me free,
Oh, set me free.

 

[mamacita]

Something beautiful

motorcycle
sweet cock
fast fucking
hard rock

head pusher
crash pad
sober nights
i’ve been bad

FDR
AA
ADD
come n play

i never wanted much from you
only to be touched by you

do your work magic man!
let me feel your magic hands!

grabbing at my unhappy body
as if
it was
something beautiful.

 

[mamacita]

O dear. I finished Hamlet. I played Gertrude in the most disorganized production of Hamelt ever... but I learned a lot about acting and a lot about myself... so I will put that experience over here in my "worthwhile experiences" pile.

I actually have time to see my husband again! I took yesterday off to celebrate his birthday with him. I bought a new outfit and accessorised throughout the day. Shoes I have been coveting. A new bag (orange!). He likes it when I look cute... even though he finds shopping frivilous and he is pretty anticonsumer. I am too. Or I used to be, until I recently started valuing looking cute. We have to have some beauty in this fucked up world.

Before I started taking Kava Kava, I couldn't be bothered with my appearance, hardly at all! My hair was always a mess. My clothes didn't fit well. Most of them were hand me downs that I didn't even like. And now. Well, and now I have a job and can afford to buy clothes, get my hair done, nails even. This is all relatively new to me... and I don't want to get on a false track...appearance is by nature superficial... but so far, looking cute, sexy, whatever you want to call it has served me well. It has allowed me to spread more love and joy, especially to a wide variety of men. It has allowed me to enjoy myself more too and creep out of my shell.

Good men appreciate good looking women. An attractive woman brighten's up any room! Being beautiful is a way of being generous with yourself. Giving of yourself for the happiness of others... It is good to be good to good men, because they have it pretty rough! They have to act tough all the time, when all they really want to do is cry. A pretty, soft lady makes it easier to cry.

The other day as I was walking down the street a construction worker said "You're beautiful, honey. God bless you." That felt good. He was so pleased with my appearance, he asked his god to smile upon me!

And my husband who has been annoyed with me because I have been so busy with Hamlet and other activities softened. I was generous with him all day long... soft and pretty... and now he is not annoyed anymore. This morning he said to me.... "You are a real peach!" He has never said anything quite so sweet before!

And look at this sweet email I got today from a man I hardly know:

I'm very happy you came (to the party) last night. I will certainly miss the opportunity, pleasure, and gift of your company on a daily basis.
....

Relationships are always flowing dynamically and unpredictably, but from what I can tell, your husband is blessed by his wife.

I would like to have interacted more with you last evening, but that's not really possible in a crowd (anyway, my intentions, probably, somewhere, are not strictly "honorable" in the light of your multi-leveled, radiant attractiveness).

What I mean to say is that you are an extraordinary being. On this planet of the soul-dead, to encounter such a one always warrants a celebration.

Unbelievable, right? So I am on some kind of roll.... touching people. Getting great feedback from lots of places.... but the question remains:

Now What?

What a mushy post.

 

[mamacita]

Perhaps I have gone insane.

I do not recognize myself when I look in the mirror.

That makes me feel insane.

 

[mamacita]

Huge sigh of relief!

It is my one-year wedding anniversary! We made it!

I am thinking of concluding this journal and starting a new one (or not). I feel like a very different person than when I started. Clear your Clutter with Feng Shui sez.... out with the old, in with the new. This journal is starting to feel old, and I am not a saver. But I am going keep my husband. He is definitely a keeper!

Both of the heel tips fell off my shoes on the way to the subway this morning. Strange sensation. Expensive shoes. I guess I will get new shoes at lunch... and maybe bring these to the repair shop. Perhaps they are beyond repair. Perhaps they are too cute. Sometimes I fear I am getting too cute. I am wearing a dress with pink polka dots as we speak!

Would you have guessed that I love Sinead O'Connor? Would you have guessed that there is anyone out there that still cares about her existence as an artist at all?

I am going to John's on 12th street tonight for dinner. That is where we had dinner after my wedding at St. Mark's Church. Then we had a party at the Ukranian National home. They have a big reception hall. The party was a little weird cause the band sucked... but then our friend Johnny Cunningham arrived and turned the party into love fest. He played his fiddle and told everyone they had to do a Scottish Waltz and no one knew how but we all tried. We were putty in his hand... and he was making one big giant love fest out of us all.

Johnny was the friend I wrote about in the very first entry of this journal. How is that for a call-back? And totally spontaneous... the thought of him hadn't crossed my mind until I wrote it down. Maybe it is time to put this puppy to bed.

Cheers Johnny!