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Sex script
March 29, 2005
(I promised a part two post about Saturday evening, so here goes)
After my rendezvous with Todd, I was a little tuckered out but also had a clearer, less sex-crazed head with which to roam the party and take in the sights. While I was getting a cup of water (still no alcohol for me, but I did break the fast and have a beer later on) I struck up a conversation with a handsome stranger. Despite the fact that I touch stranger’s penises for money and show my hoo-ha on the internet, I am actually pretty shy in social situations, so this was a pretty big deal for me. We got to talking, and he was all those good things - smart, gently self-deprecating and dorky.
We had the typical, “what do you do for a living?” exchange and when I told him I’m a sex worker, he asked if I’m a domme (ha ha ha) and I said no. He then asked if I’m a domme or sub in my private life, and I said no, to which he replied, “It’s not a yes or no question, it’s an either or.” This was a warning sign that I should have taken a little more seriously.
After a while I had to go to the bathroom, so he went with me to stand in line, and we started to make out, after I introduced him to Todd and Raven, who were strolling by. After the round of introductions (which helped me to recall my new friend’s name), he remarked “That guy [Todd] looks like he has his eye out for you - not in a jealous way, he just looks all protective.” It’s good to have friends in the house, though it turns out that I’m also pretty good at standing up for myself. When I came back out of the bathroom, he pushed me up against a wall and we started to make out again - but this time, he put one hand at my throat and then slapped me with the other. I pushed him off of me and turned on the bitch - and told him in no uncertain terms that that was not cool.
We sat on a couch and talked a little longer, with some making out interspersed, but the talk quickly became really annoying. He started in on the whole “you just haven’t met the right dom yet” business, as if BDSM is a highly evolved form of sex, which every enlightened person will eventually come to. He also started to play this weird game with me - trying to be playfully dominant and not give me room to express where I’m actually coming from, saying things like “you’re just a good girl, you like it gentle,” which is of course over-simplifying things quite a bit. It just felt like he wasn’t able to imagine an existence outside of “dominant OR submissive” and was trying to fit me into his script. Suddenly I felt like I was fending off a potential client’s misguided assumptions/fantasies about me, and if there’s one thing I hate (though there are plenty, really), it’s assumptions about who I am or what I’m like because of the perceived “baggage” I carry. That is the official “date ends here” stamp.
Posted by Dacia at March 29, 2005 05:41 PM
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