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back from lent, how do you feel?

From a blogging standpoint, my most productive days are my least interesting, as I don't leave the house and I can only tell you so much about my potted plant. (Its name is Malkovich.)

Former tech writer becomes dominatrix. The careers have things in common, apparently.

Some people are really ready to talk; some people you have to soften up and be nice to them first; some people you have to ask the same question 50 times to get the answer. Some guys are just like "Oh, I don't know." So my interviewing skills come in real handy.

You have to be able to gently extract from them what it is that they want without forcing them to go through a list. "First, I want you to beat me up the thighs." That's really unsexy.

But usually when they come in, they've called and made an appointment with my boss, and he will ask them what they want -- like enforced feminization, which means that you dress them up in girls clothes, put on makeup and go: "Oh, you're so pretty. Oh! We're girlfriends shopping together." Either they want you to talk about how pretty they are and how you're girlfriends hanging out together, maybe even like lesbian girlfriends, or they want to be humiliated. They want you to say, "You're such a sissy! You're so bad!"

Whenever I take job aptitute tests, "tech writer" shows up at the top. Hmm.

 

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