jessicka

Got in from NYC last night. NYC: piles of dirty snow and garbage along the sides of the streets. Lots of tricky little pools of cold water to elude. Too much work, not enough fun. Didn't hook up with my NY lover, but he did provide some snow for me, which helped me muddle through. I hate flying; or more precisely, I hate airports and commercial airlines. Wish I could travel for pleasure, not employment. Sorry, this is more of a bitchfest than a journal. The guy with whom I travelled was a welcome companion. Made me sad when I observed that, to him, I was one of 'the guys' and he affirmed that this was the case. Didn't necessarily have designs upon him, but I was open to the possibility. Cute little earnest linux-geek that he is. I think I challenge his apprehension of the world, which is delicious in itself, but a limited pleasure if not allowed to flower. Frustrating, considering all the fun that is to be had in that city, that I spent most of my time in the office. Off to Ft Lauderdale next week for more of the same, sans snow in any incarnation. I really need to see my boyfriend soon! Last weekend I had a yummy girl from work (bad me) and I tortured a cab driver mercilessly. Gave him a handjob, laughing at him all the way. 'I fuck you good,' he promises through heavy south african accent and missing teeth. 'Oh, no you won't.' I was laughing for hours. I'm not a nice girl. I'm enjoying my strap-on to a surprising degree, perversely enough. Took some pictures last weekend with a photographer boy, in my standard chamber (atl fetish-dance club) wear, in the cold drizzle with urban decay backdrop; scowling and smoking with lust-black eyes under diseased-cement overpass. Fucking the camera, burning myself into film. Can't wait to see how they turned out. I want to do that more!