Today was all work--a lot of work, actually, which was kind of good. Much as I bemoan my inability to brag about my butt-sluttery there, I do like the feeling of having some value to mainstream society.
And I had my phlebotomy class today! So now I'm qualified to draw blood! Very cool. The only drawback was that it meant I had to get stuck repeatedly with goddamn needles. (I also did some sticking. But the class seemed to be much more about the rite of passage of getting stuck than about actually learning the techniques.) And it was not socially acceptable to groan and writhe and bellow "OH YOU SICK MOTHERFUCKER" at my fellow students.
This post has been up for eight hours or so, and not one comment (until mine).
ReplyDeleteAfter you shove a hatchet up your twat and get carved up by the Ronco Rocker there's nowhere to go but down, y'know? You're borin' people. :)
Jack
Jack - At this point I'm just trying to get those images down the page a little so they aren't the very first thing people see after meeting me at a warm fluffy feminist event. While I do not regret or disavow my hatchet-fucking ways, I do worry slightly about their impact on my credibility as a Serious Thinker. I'm pretty sure Serious Thinkers aren't even supposed to have genitalia.
ReplyDeleteI thought the newest post was a little rushed. :)
ReplyDeleteAlthough, one could also argue that you should be in the forefront of the fight to have women who fuck hatchets and get 'WHORE' carved into them still be credited as Serious Thinkers.
Jack
I could see having blood drawn as a kink thing, actually, but more psychologically than sexually. Because you have to hold very still, or it hurts...
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