The Jagged Edge of Things

Originally Posted Sunday, August 11, 2013

I've been hanging around the edges a bit.  No matter how adventurous I ever think I am, I always find out that I am a square.  I've been hearing some tales for sure.  Did you know that there was a "secret" internet?  You can get all sorts of things there including new identities.  That is what I was told by a woman who uses it. 

"You know the NSA is watching everything there," I said. 

"Yea, about half the people on it are narcs."

"So. . . it's not a secret."

"It is and it isn't.  Everything is double encrypted. . . ." 

I didn't want to know.  That's all I need to do.  I want to know, but I'd do stupid things.  I do stupid things even when I know everybody is watching. 

Last night I went to dinner with a woman who lies about her age and is from another country, from "parts unknown."  She want so to be a model. 

"Everyone always tells me I should be a model," she said. 

I didn't tell her she is way to old to be a model.  What the fuck is wrong with people?  But she is making money doing foot fetish videos.  She rubs oil on her feet and massages them and talks about how it feels.  People pay money to watch that.  I have to say, the woman could talk like a sailor.  She shocked me a couple of times, and that is not so easy to do. 

Remember the girl from the old blog who was the internet hypnotist?  I met a girl who works for a company that makes sets and costumes and sells subscriptions to photo essays of these "super heroes."  The costumes, of course, eventually come off.  It is a big company. 

I met a girl a while back who wrestled men in her underwear in hotel rooms, and another who walked on men's backs in stilettos. 

It's always men.  Don't women want anything weird like watching a man clean a carburetor in the nude?  There is something wrong with men.  A lot.  A whole lot. 

I may drift back to the center for awhile.  Maybe I'll go to some church services.  That would be fun.  You know the real weirdos will be there.