Handled 'Twas my second session of massage therapy today. It varied from my first session in that the therapists attention was quite concentrated on my hamstrings, calves, and glutes. Apparently I am a tightass.
It was the usual combination of pain and pleasure but in an area where I am not at all used to either.
When she first started working the inner thigh nerves got the better of me and my testicles shot up inside me like two startled squirrels up a tree. After a minute or so I regained my cool and was fine for the rest of the session.
It is just so damn foreign to have someone else's hands on me. I have kept my distance from people for so many years I've made myself skittish. Hopefully by the time I am done with the therapy I'll be more comfortable with the humans.
I will however maintain my high standards as far as the company I keep. I'm not crazy.  ¶ 4:53 p.m.