tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581572019634116822011-07-28T15:32:35.061-07:00The life and times of a young woman exploring the zaniness, magic, shadows, <br>and indulgence of working as a sensual masseuse in Bohemia.Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-13164273400632556982009-06-22T14:31:00.000-07:002009-06-22T14:32:49.701-07:00

I can't for a moment imagine why. I mean, I'm such a fine upstanding Jewish girl! Writing about my experiences as a sensual masseuse! What could be less objectionable?Heh.Yours,Clea

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-60654998694343227562009-06-05T14:05:00.000-07:002009-06-05T14:26:11.983-07:00

There's is always that One, isn't there. For me, it is the fella who's pictures I just spied on Facebook, touring the world, a slight savage stubble on his chin and a heat in his eyes that I remember and can still feel smoldering somewhere within me. I mean, I'm totally in love with someone else now, and in fact, this One was quiet a few boyfriends ago. He wasn't my first love. But he was...

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-70343470499813410442009-01-02T12:58:00.001-08:002009-01-02T13:10:05.556-08:00

I decided it was time to quit the life of a stripper once I found myself actually scanning the web for information on breast augmentation even though of course I would never seriously consider getting a boob job. Which is why I only spent a couple of hours trying to find someone who could do them without them looking too fake.Lately, I've become obsessed with my weight. Not because I'm fat,

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-87250618698463970092009-01-01T23:35:00.000-08:002009-01-02T13:50:11.398-08:00

I first encountered the world of sensual massage when I ran across advertisements for Tantrikas, although at the time, I had no idea what I was seeing. I had been surfing the web, frustrated as working as a stripper, and had come across an index of beautiful women, many red-haired and exotic looking, or dark with eyes lined with kohl, charging hundreds of dollars an hour to explore a realm of

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-6039203463758862572008-12-26T15:39:00.000-08:002008-12-26T15:44:50.003-08:00

I always think it would be funny if my clients, who see me all dolled up, could see me as I pursue the other aspects of my life. For example, right now I'm in a teeny tiny midwestern city spending time with my lover, who's family lives here. Its very cold and snowy, and the roads are slick with black ice. The water in his house smells rancidly of sulfur and has very low water pressure, so I go

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-24236587272948363612008-12-18T10:25:00.000-08:002008-12-18T11:18:27.783-08:00

"It's still a good time to be morally bankrupt," the New York Daily Times reported in their recent article, "Prostitution has not suffered drop-off despite economic meltdown."Hmm, morally bankrupt -- how's that for objective journalism?Even more of a concern to me than the matter of their journalistic integrity as they flagrantly judge my own, is the simple fact that they're wrong. Business is

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-35677955087226450052008-11-15T11:59:00.000-08:002008-12-04T10:57:04.618-08:00

He called me around 7pm, but I was at Ikea getting a couple of things for the new studio and didn't get back to him until well after 9pm. On his message, he said his name was Dr. Michael, which I thought was a pretty funny way to introduce yourself. Moreover, he sounded nice and endeavored to be charming, which I always think is a good sign. It means he wants me to like him (unlike the jerk

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-74065503702351099062008-11-08T12:10:00.000-08:002008-11-08T13:10:51.671-08:00

Last night I went out on the town with two lovely ex-strippers, one of whom is a friend that's transitioning to massage the way that I did, which makes me really excited. We were bar-hopping and dancing, drinking lemon drops, and flirting graciously with the men that tried to pick them up (not me -- I think I have too much of the "taken" vibe these days for that). As we were walking along at

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-3042909149856629262008-08-01T22:57:00.000-07:002008-08-01T23:07:29.811-07:00

I'm sitting on the bank of the Umpqua River in Oregon, having just finished hand-washing our clothes in the current. I used my organic "Happy Skin" soap that a friend made; it was all that I had without icky chemicals that would be no good for the water. My poor boyfriend is in the tent near-by, sleeping. He's been sick all day (actually, we both have, but with him its much worse) and is now

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-73603586195603454712008-07-07T00:15:00.000-07:002008-07-07T00:18:39.425-07:00

But it didn’t go down as I’d hoped.On Sunday evening, I saw two clients at my friend’s studio, the Temple. It was lovely – the space is so lovely, actually, candle-lit and luscious, that I could be getting off Attila the Hun and it would seem idyllic. Neither of the clients that I saw was quite so terrifying, nor hairy, so you can imagine that it was quite a nice and profitable evening. The

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-41061272760938554832008-05-27T14:45:00.000-07:002008-05-27T15:14:40.080-07:00

From the SF Gate, “San Francisco escorts: No ordinary johns”Violet Blue: How do you think our local sex work clients see themselves?Giselle Reid: Clients here are less likely to question tattoos, piercings, armpit hair or your tranny boyfriend. They are more likely to find and read your blog. They are much more likely to try to use their politics, iPod playlists and Priuses to convince you that

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-47694618084738707072008-05-24T16:30:00.000-07:002008-05-24T17:28:21.940-07:00

Scene: A plush club in Angel City, Chinatown district. The light is red, of course, coming from paper lanterns scattered around the bar like forgotten fall leaves. We're in the corner, sitting on a leather booth that feels smooth and comforting against the back of my dark jeans. An adorable yellow ruffly top tells everyone I don't try to hard, I hope, to counterbalance how tight the jeans are.

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-81444867002122073122008-05-23T13:04:00.000-07:002008-05-24T17:29:09.380-07:00

Once upon a time, I simply refused to see men with thick Latino accents because I found them to be consistently too grabby and demanding. It was a couple of Latino men that introduced me to the concept of going Italian [from the Board's dictionary: Italian - penis rubbing between butt cheeks] and such, and I let it all happen because I was new and so focused on getting them off that it seemed

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-65770646033064484582008-05-19T12:49:00.000-07:002008-05-20T08:50:14.357-07:00

It all started with the dream I had a couple of weeks ago.I should have written it down at the time; already its reduced to mere fragments in my memory, shards of a crystal-sharp vision that hold only lingering traces of the potency of the original. L. was in it, a fellow healer. She helped me decipher this experience: I was trying to teach someone else about Reiki, and was explaining that it

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-5253123439842709302008-05-01T12:52:00.000-07:002008-05-19T12:57:49.245-07:00

(Complete and unedited... except the names, of course)...I feel so well met in him, so evenly matched, like salt and pepper shaker souls. I love him deeply. Yesterday when we came home from our camping trip he let me see a little more of his primal dominant side, wrestling me to the bed. Not one to make it easy on a fellow — what fun is that for either of us? -- I rose up to kiss him from

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-24808035010461936442008-04-02T19:23:00.001-07:002008-04-02T23:24:42.105-07:00

... His hazel eyes narrowing, and the overly-concerned note returning to his voice. I hate that tone. It doesn't truly feel caring, for some reason -- it feels like a lecture, and we've gone from being two friends and two lovers to being lecturer and lecturee. Subject and object.Lover came back from lands far off a couple of weeks ago, and though I've started a new relationship that I'm very

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-33280106470624117102008-03-31T11:20:00.000-07:002008-03-31T16:16:18.577-07:00

"YOU EXPLAIN TO PATTY WHY SHE WON'T BE ABLE TO PAY HER MORTGAGE THIS MONTH, THEN!" the madam, Betty, screams to me over the phone. She then immediately hangs up on me. I call Patty, the secondary madam. She does not answer my call.So now I'm here, sitting at my kitchen table, feeling shaken and frustrated. I hate being yelled at. I mean really, yelled at. I'm almost thirty years old. Too

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-85639110623911089352008-03-26T03:04:00.001-07:002008-03-31T16:26:37.419-07:00

...eyes closed in pleasure. His cock has gone limp although he did not orgasm, but I don't take it personally. He's older, and from the East Coast, so it's about 3 AM his time. I'm massaging his feet now, having been dismissed from my attempts to rouse the less-than-savage beast again. The street lights of Bohemia look like christmas lights far below, even in March. We're on the fifteen

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-54064918740784768012008-02-08T17:08:00.000-08:002008-02-08T19:54:07.724-08:00

He takes a breath that I can hear over 900 miles of telephone wires. Not that we use telephone wires anymore. No, his deep breath has been caught, digified, and transmitted over thousands of miles of airspace with technology that may or may not be killing the bees. "I feel like I didn't really understand your work very well before, and now that I do, I feel like it could have an effect on the

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-28463403063098897012008-01-17T13:38:00.000-08:002008-01-17T15:06:29.094-08:00

I remembered Pete's voice vaguely, but couldn't quite place it and certainly didn't want to say something like, "Oh, I remember you..." if we'd never met. There was a slight accent there, as if in his young days (which had clearly passed long ago) he'd lived somewhere in Europe, but indeed it was so long ago that I couldn't place what land he'd originated from.Opening the door, I immediately

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Tilokal Lake("The Frozen Lake")In this high placeit is as simple as this,leave everything you know behind.Step toward the cold surface,say the old prayer of rough loveand open both arms.Those who come with empty handswill stare into the lake astonishedthere in the cold lightreflecting cold snowthe true shape of your own face*****Yes, I've been very quiet lately. I'm coming back. I'm coming back

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-76420951098646390352007-11-27T12:00:00.000-08:002007-11-29T12:23:21.700-08:00

He touches my head and pulls my face away from his cock, knowing that its getting close. Very close. There's a part of me that doesn't want to stop, because I know how happy I'm making him, and besides, I like making it a little hard when a man decides to direct my movements. What's the fun in making it easy for them?"I want to be inside you," he murmurs, looking me straight in the eyes. His

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-42652986099366412072007-11-09T01:07:00.001-08:002007-11-09T13:58:41.608-08:00

"Do you like my cock?" my Ray Porter asks me for the tenth time since we sashayed up to his expensive hotel room in downtown Bohemia. I've stripped down from my elegant black dinner-wear to my birthday suit, and we're cuddled up on a fluffy white down comforter. Have you ever noticed that all hotel linens are always bleach white, no matter where you go? "Oh, yes," I purr, yet again. "It's so

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-23676328280164641642007-11-08T01:29:00.000-08:002007-11-08T01:36:12.284-08:00

I've never done it before, and I'm excited. True to form, I'm starting late and am therefore already behind. At 1,666 words per day, I should be at 11,662 tonight, and I'm just under 3,000 at the moment. Still, I feel hopeful. I love the idea of getting past the self-editor by appealing to my equally powerful competitive spirit, which insists that I'm going to write 50,000 words by November

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-84001386093280335852007-10-30T14:46:00.000-07:002007-10-30T15:08:37.949-07:00

So, at long last, I told my very long-term, long-distance polyamorous Lover about what I'm doing for a living.His reaction was to hang up on me.Later, he called me back and told me he was concerned about me and also about my carrying "physical and emotional stds of that environment" into my relationship with him. He remembered how I got as a dancer - distant, emotionally exhausted, emotionally

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-18754941701234054682007-10-26T20:19:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:36:48.897-07:00

I met Paul about three weeks ago, just another fellow calling me for a massage. Our phone conversation was so unmemorable that it has totally passed, although I do remember getting a good feeling from it. Possibly the one question I always get from people about my job is if I have to deal with a lot of big jerks, and if not, how I avoid them. Well, the initial phone conversation is the biggie

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-85497015813916096782007-10-05T12:27:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:34:51.127-07:00

I copied this from the Board that I frequent. It's fascinating stuff - even the amazing Miss Clea learned a couple of new things!Originally posted 18-Apr-2002 by shyboy:........................................My past “Sex Tricks” have been for guys to try on their ladies.This one is for the ladies to use on their guys. From time to time I see guys complaining about ladies that charge $200 for “

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-4232408541073510532007-09-25T11:57:00.001-07:002007-09-25T17:08:08.266-07:00

I've lately been turned on in a big way by Knit Porn, which is a blog devoted to taking the hip-to-knit movement a little further and showing just how sexy knitting is. Tragically, they do not update as often as Miss Summers would like. That said, I have a photo shoot on Thursday with a wonderful photographer, and during our last phone conversation he said that I should make sure to have on

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-65551131921046334002007-09-24T19:43:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:34:51.139-07:00

Apparently, Belle de jour is going even bigger. She started out with an amazing blog, went on to write a best-selling book, and has now rounded out her voice-of-the-callgirl empire with a new show premiering on the British airwaves this week. It has, of course, stirred up a world of controversy - not that seeing sex-workers on television is a terribly new phenomennon, of course. After all,

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-89830589780220003812007-09-12T22:57:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:34:51.141-07:00

There's such a thing as the manipulative-submissive, my friend Jennifer tells me. She does massage and dom work, and she must do it well, because sometimes I can hear the guys moaning very loudly from her room. "Hi, how are you?" the guy asks me right after I answer and say hello. "Are you busy?""Not unless you count running down the street to get a cup of coffee," I reply."Oh, I should be

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-45425602981201385992007-09-10T22:29:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:36:48.898-07:00

It's that time of the month, that's all I can say.No, not that time of the month. During my cycle, I usually try to work as little as possible. It seems to me to be a time to reflect and recharge. It also seems like a time that's a pain to work, when you're in this line of work. Nope, I suspect that time of the month is still about two weeks away. This time of the month is the exact opposite

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-27527814993700830922007-09-06T19:42:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:35:45.804-07:00

Tomorrow I go back to work after nearly a month off. I'll arrive at the apartment to face a mound of dirty sheets and washcloths, things soiled by the cum of the anonymous men that I've never seen. I can't complain; after the day is over, I'll leave a similar pile of dirty bedclothes for some other girl. There will be phone calls, and flirting, and back rubs, and other kinds of rubs. There

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-77104884489656172852007-09-06T08:36:00.000-07:002007-09-06T20:54:13.296-07:00

Woo-hoo, it's my first! (that I know of). I'm very excited.Here's what they said:Maybe your idea of heaven is a harem of seventy-two virgins, but the bloggers in today's roundup of some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene this week value the mad skills that can only come from experience. It takes ingenuity to tickle a straight man's shy bum or to avoid a clumsy massage, and

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-91041293707932913212007-07-24T15:11:00.001-07:002007-10-29T16:34:51.145-07:00

Lee didn't show up. He called, confirmed his appointment, then called again to tell me he was at the cafe down the street and would be there in a few. Yet, no Lee. I tried calling him, thinking it was a mistake, and his phone is off.I feel like a prom-date, sitting here alone and forgotten, all made-up, no place to go, nothing to do but surf the web and answer emails that don't really lead

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-36582258918691475372007-07-23T13:33:00.000-07:002007-07-23T14:16:07.249-07:00

Indeed, those folks down under are apparently much more progressive than we are here in the good ol' U of A.(By the way, props to Nia, Dark and Lovely for letting me know about this exciting new opportunity. Just one more reason to become an expatriate in an exotic locale.)It's a funny juxtoposition: I ran across Nia's blog just as a co-worker and I were discussing whether or not being paranoid

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-64728878250584321092007-07-22T00:49:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:34:51.147-07:00

He’s pushing my boundaries not because he’s an asshole but because the flow is moving wholly and profusely through us, through both of us, and he’s an open channel to surf and miracles and sex. It seems completely natural and right, except when I realize where I am and my heart begins to beat a wild tattoo. I force myself to remember that I must not allow what’s natural because it’s unsafe --

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-78475862995392915482007-07-04T20:02:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:36:14.662-07:00

I just got home a few days ago from vacation in Wonderland, which is to say, the spiritual retreat I go to every year that I have gone to since I was nineteen. This was year ten for me, and for once, I didn't have a series of upheavals that in some way or another seem to be screaming to me, "What are you doing with your life?" The truth is, I didn't think about work pretty much the entire time

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-57988893314719413302007-06-08T15:41:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:34:51.151-07:00

Snow White's theme song is stuck in my head. "Someday, my prince will come... someday, someone will call..."No one is calling today. What's a girl to do? I put up a few extra posts on Craigslist and Redbook, and finally decided to renew my Eros-guide ad, which I'd let go dormant because it didn't seem worth the money. That said, when there's no money coming in, a girl really reconsiders those

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-87262481616756591262007-06-05T17:28:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:34:51.153-07:00

Today, a seventy-five year old Chinese medicine man came in to see me.I didn't know he was that old until later; he just struck me as an older guy with a rather quiet, even uninteresting demeanor. It was getting late, and I felt a bit peaked because during my last session a clean-shaven bourgeoisie kinda guy made me come three times. (So, now you know: I'm still doing the mutual thing).The gent

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-1562427033640940072007-05-30T22:58:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:34:51.154-07:00

You must forgive me, gentle readers, for being so long in posting.In the last week, I've worked five days doing massage. For most people, living in the civilian world, that's pretty normal. But for any type of sex-work, that's completely inane. By the time my last massage on the fifth day rolled around, I could hardly stop yawning and looking at the clock - not something typically considered

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-39928919517279649822007-05-17T22:56:00.000-07:002007-05-17T23:09:58.745-07:00

In the last couple of hours, out of nowhere, I've been assaulted by a dastardly cold. Headache, fatigue, sneezing, the works. I'm supposed to go to work tomorrow, which has me worried, because I've already called in with "sick" once this month. If I were independent, it wouldn't really matter, but as it is I really do have someone that I work for, and that someone wouldn't be too thrilled at

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-26770820479173415012007-05-07T15:51:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:34:51.156-07:00

For about a month now, I've been contemplating quitting my day job and committing to massage as my only source of income. To go all the way. It's a tough decision because on the one hand, if I worked one more day a week as a masseuse I would make as much money as I do working three days a week at my non-profit job, which can be a wonderful thing to do but is more often than not draining,

Clea Summershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684344069413716019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158157201963411682.post-60877204418128055512007-05-07T14:19:00.000-07:002007-05-07T17:47:32.898-07:00

Hold Everything!You're a little quirky, a little different, and you're confident that anyone who has a problem with that will probably be flipping hamburgers while you're running your own multi-national conglomeration.

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Well, not all of them. I'm sure there are plenty that aren't funny at all. But this one was.He called and made an appointment four days in advance, which is rare but not too rare. Some providers only accept in-advance appointments, which I respect. At least, that feels more respectable. Almost as if I were a *real* massuese. I couldn't tell what was going on with his accent. He certainly

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No.Especially not on the first date. I mean, really. The guy had met me for the first time today, and had booked a two-hour session right away. I was nervous because we had a note in the book about him being "handleable." Which means, "a pain in the ass, but he won't make you want to gouge your own eyes out."The Book is a fascinating thing all on its own. I don't know how many girls have

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I want so much to begin by telling you how it all began... how I became a sensual massage therapist, which is a labyrinthine story with all the mystery, intrigue and humor of a Haruki Murakami novel. And I will. Today, though, was simply too strange and fascinating, so I must start here. And it’s only three-quarters over. I’m still “on the clock” for another hour and a half.Being tax day,

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