There’s a work of art in your house that speaks to you. Maybe it’s a painting or a sculpture or a piece of music or a book, but whatever it is, it moves you, touches you, affirms that there is good and beauty in the human race. It is your Mona Lisa. Even if you’re not actually in possession of this work of art, just the knowledge that it exists fills you with a sense of peace and tranquility.

One day you discouver that the artist who created this most cherished work of art was (or is) a very bad person indeed. (S)He was (or is) guilty of the most heinous of crimes (pick the one that makes you cringe the most). Does that change things for you? Do you sell the painting on EBay, smash the sculpture into little pieces, fling the CD’s off your apartment balcony, burn the book? Can you separate the artist from the art?

What about massages? Can you separate the masseuse from the massage? I was rubbing ♀ feet last night and she said she would never get tired of me doing her feet. Then she said she’d been bragging about me to some co-workers (she’s working in a different department for awhile) and they were envious. I said their reactions would have been a whole bunch different if she’d told them her husband is a cross-dressing sissy. Lots of women complain about their partners, but if having something different meant changing their definition of masculine most would choose what they have.

It’s a debate we’ve had before. If they knew the whole truth, some people would agree with ♀ and say I spoil her. Some people would agree with my mother (and hers) that she’s way to good for me. Some would say ‘poor ♀, her first husband was gay and her second one wears her clothes’. Others would say ‘he rubs her feet every night and when she wakes up the floors are washed, the laundry’s done and breakfast is ready. What’s not to love?’

I’m not looking for approval from anyone. What we have works for us and that’s all that matters. I only mentioned it because I’ve spent the past few nights working on an entry to this and the next chapter of this. I didn’t want you to think I was getting lazy.

Cheers,

SSS

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2 Comments »

1. 

   What a schizophrenic post! Foot massages and anal bleaching?! Oh, well; seems somehow acceptable on this blog.

   About the social connotations of your SO getting foot massages from you because of your sexual identity: who gives a shit? Let them eat their hearts out!

   My wife would be delighted if either I developed a foot fetish (I’m bi with her knowledge.) or I had a gay lover who had one! As long as she got foot massages regularly. Without any anal bleaching on anyone’s part. THAT might gross her out! She even seems to have a problem with my shaving my buns even though she admits she likes the smoothness better.

   People can be stranger than anyone.

   Comment by Old Bogus — June 12, 2007 @ 4:18 am

2. 

   *lol* i wasn’t advocating anal bleaching. i just came across the term the other day and couldn’t think of what else to title this post.

   Comment by sweatshopsissy — June 12, 2007 @ 12:27 pm

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