I don’t think I look much like Wonder Woman. Do you?
I leave for Portland way too early tomorrow morning and although I’ve been looking forward to this trip for about a month now, what I’m really looking forward to is actually getting to sleep tonight.
Although how much does sleep count if you’re going to be in a car at 4:30 AM the following day?
Actually, I’m really looking forward to the plane ride. Then I get to cuddle with my flova (friend + lova) turned boyfriend. Did I mention he’s coming along on the trip?
It is a business trip but a little pleasure never hurt..
Speaking of pleasure:
The video shoot continues. We’ve done three days. The highlight of yesterday being me in my sexplorer costume looking a tad too much like Wonder Woman, walking the streets of lower Manhattan. My favorite interaction, well, okay, there were so many, but one of my favorites was with a woman who was on some heavy meds.
It went something like this:
Women on Heavy Meds (WOHM): You’re my favorite superhero!!
Me: (too tired to explain that I’m not a superhero) Why thank you kind lady.
WOHM: I have a statue of you in my house. Except that my ex, when he came to pick up the kid, we got in a fight and he broke your lasso.
Me: (Too shocked too speak, did this lady just say she had a child..IN HER POSSESSION?!)
WOHM: Yeah. When he came to pick up the kid, he broke the lasso. Well, I mean, he only broke the lasso because I didn’t want to put down the liquor. I mean I had to save the liquor, so the lasso broke.
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Okay, I have no idea where the conversation could have gone from here, probably nowhere, but I was more shell-shocked than anything else. This lady, addicted to whatever drug caused her to squat like she was about to make a “Number 2″ in the middle of the street, not only had a child but she said the liquor was more important than anything else, even her favorite superhero’s lasso. Wait..lets back up again…SHE HAD A CHILD…That is actually the saddest part of the story.
Then, later that night, in the middle of Times Square, I put on a big vulva costume and got molested by a large group of tourists.
So, whats the point of all this?
Like attracts like. When you attract freaks..it’s because you are one yourself.
