Posted by cathleen carr
on Jul 26, 2011 in Body
| 4 comments
Today I went to my favorite hole in the wall massage joint and settled in for a serious rub down. As I’ve documented before, one of my favorite hobbies is paying a stranger to touch me. (Good touch, not bad touch)
Despite the painful pleasure of deep-tissue-near-evisceration, my mind refuses to settle. It skims my memory minefields like a vulture looking for meat. Laid out on...