Deviant Sexual Arousal

"Deviant sexual arousal..." As if on cue, Emily walked in just as I was saying those words to Megan and without thinking, as an explanation, I looked up and told her, "I was just telling Megan about my day." Without missing a beat, Emily replied, "It sounds like you had a lot better day than I did."

To many, deviant sexual arousal would not be a part of your day. It is a part of mine. I spent my afternoon in a rules committee for the Sex Offender Treatment Board of Oregon. Yours truly was overseeing the proceedings. I actually enjoyed hearing about their clients and seeing a bit into their world. I swear, God has a sense of humor. For someone who was never very interested in hair, makeup, or explored her sexuality much, putting her in charge of the Cosmetology and Sex Offender Treatment Boards was a stroke of genius. I bet he is still laughing his head off, bent in half, tears streaming down his face. It's that funny. I can now tell you what a Prince Albert piercing is (you may not want to ask), all about fish eating skin, and burning a candle in your ear to get the wax out. Yessiree. I am well educated. And I am enjoying it. That's the ironic thing.

Becoming familiar with all these practices has certainly changed me in ways I could not have forseen. Things I thought were wrong are right and things I thought were right are now wrong. Or maybe it's just that I hold my rights and wrongs far looser than I've ever done before. I still hold to classic morality but the little stuff, for that stuff I have no fear. For example, I came home with blond hair tonight. I NEVER EVER EVER thought I would do that. But I did. Well, actually Melanie did. I sat down and told her I was putty in her hands, a blank canvas, she could do WHATEVER she wanted. So she did. Blond hair. Apparently, a glass of good red wine at a salon can go a long way to "letting your hair down". She said she wanted to do something to match my nose ring. Yes, it is an actual ring and I love it. I wonder what Emily would pierce if I told her I was putty in her hands? She might know this already, but it wouldn't take much of a nudge for me at this point to be talked into getting something else pierced.

After my hair was finished, Melanie made me promise to go show Emily at Addictions which I was only too happy to do. (We both know her and I had something to drop off anyway.) I'm always more than happy to go down to Addictions for a while. It's one of my favorite places to go to be myself and have good conversation full of laughter. One of those unexpected gifts God gives us when we're not even looking. Like blond hair.

(For those of you freaking out at this point about the blond hair, it's actually mostly red with blond streaks in the front. I know... I know... You want a picture but you'll have to wait two or three days. I just wanted to scare you for a bit.)

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Walking the Sea: Deviant Sexual Arousal

Friday, September 26, 2008

Deviant Sexual Arousal

"Deviant sexual arousal..." As if on cue, Emily walked in just as I was saying those words to Megan and without thinking, as an explanation, I looked up and told her, "I was just telling Megan about my day." Without missing a beat, Emily replied, "It sounds like you had a lot better day than I did."

To many, deviant sexual arousal would not be a part of your day. It is a part of mine. I spent my afternoon in a rules committee for the Sex Offender Treatment Board of Oregon. Yours truly was overseeing the proceedings. I actually enjoyed hearing about their clients and seeing a bit into their world. I swear, God has a sense of humor. For someone who was never very interested in hair, makeup, or explored her sexuality much, putting her in charge of the Cosmetology and Sex Offender Treatment Boards was a stroke of genius. I bet he is still laughing his head off, bent in half, tears streaming down his face. It's that funny. I can now tell you what a Prince Albert piercing is (you may not want to ask), all about fish eating skin, and burning a candle in your ear to get the wax out. Yessiree. I am well educated. And I am enjoying it. That's the ironic thing.

Becoming familiar with all these practices has certainly changed me in ways I could not have forseen. Things I thought were wrong are right and things I thought were right are now wrong. Or maybe it's just that I hold my rights and wrongs far looser than I've ever done before. I still hold to classic morality but the little stuff, for that stuff I have no fear. For example, I came home with blond hair tonight. I NEVER EVER EVER thought I would do that. But I did. Well, actually Melanie did. I sat down and told her I was putty in her hands, a blank canvas, she could do WHATEVER she wanted. So she did. Blond hair. Apparently, a glass of good red wine at a salon can go a long way to "letting your hair down". She said she wanted to do something to match my nose ring. Yes, it is an actual ring and I love it. I wonder what Emily would pierce if I told her I was putty in her hands? She might know this already, but it wouldn't take much of a nudge for me at this point to be talked into getting something else pierced.

After my hair was finished, Melanie made me promise to go show Emily at Addictions which I was only too happy to do. (We both know her and I had something to drop off anyway.) I'm always more than happy to go down to Addictions for a while. It's one of my favorite places to go to be myself and have good conversation full of laughter. One of those unexpected gifts God gives us when we're not even looking. Like blond hair.

(For those of you freaking out at this point about the blond hair, it's actually mostly red with blond streaks in the front. I know... I know... You want a picture but you'll have to wait two or three days. I just wanted to scare you for a bit.)

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1 Comments:

At October 1, 2008 at 9:39 AM , Blogger Dad said...

OK Now show up at the blood center and tell me if blondes DO have more fun! Luv ya

 

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