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01/27/2004: "Creepy Hospitals and Massage Therapy"
Geez, where does the time go? The last time I had a chance to write in here was last Friday!
Saturday at noon I finished up the last of the dialoue for the non-sex role I was playing in the gay movie, Tune Up. I stayed around to watch the sex scene, which was amusing and educational but other than the plumbing being different it was very similar to watching a straight porn scene. I'll leave it at that so as to not offend anyone. I had a great time on the set, everyone was so sweet and I look forward to being the "token chick" on another gay movie someday soon. Made some really cool new friends too!
Sunday a friend of mine was doing the lighting for director James Avalon for a Metro movie, they were over at that same creepy abandoned hospital where we filmed The Gate for Wicked back in 2000. My boyfriend and I went by to say hello and renew my connection with Mr. Avalon. James Avalon and I have talked numerous times over the years about creating a project with me in mind and somehow it just keeps getting shifted to the back burner. Hopefully I lit that fire again! Anyway, we spent the afternoon wandering around this hospital, it's so bizzare, it's like one day everyone just picked up and moved out and left everything behind; beds, machinery, even paperwork and medical records! Weird. We are trying to come up with a script idea that would be cool to shoot there.
Monday was try-to-catch-up on everything day, attacking my mountain of email, prepping to mail more online orders....blah, blah, blah.
More of the same this morning until my massage appointment. Yeah, yeah I hear it now....but keep all the razzing to yourselves. I actually do massage every other week as a treatment for the frequent migraines I get. Massage helps some since the migraines seem to be a result of stress. Anyway, I love this place I have been going to. It's a Korean Theraputic Spa. The first time I went there I realized that I was the only one who spoke English, but that's okay since if I am getting a massage I don't want to have to carry on a conversation anyway, I am trying to relax! So the first time I went I got undressed in the dressing room and my massage therapist entered the dressing room and stared undressing. I figured she must have just come to work and had to change into some kind of uniform or something. 'Or something' is right...she changed into a black bra and panty outfit. Ah, put your dicks back in your pants, it's not like you are thinking, besides she was a little Korean woman and was built like a fireplug. A few minutes later she led me into the shower area, where they do the massages. I hadn't realized this was a "wet" massage and I had never had one before so I just rolled along with it. In the shower area they have the massage tables and after the full body scrub they do a wet/oil massage - that little Korean woman kicked my ass! Best massage I have ever had, hands down - then a cucumber facial, she washed my hair and then rinsed me off with milk (I think). All this in a bra and panties, makes sense though, to wear as little as possible since she gets all wet and oily too, not to mention she does a good deal of the massage on the table with me, using her body weight to work the muscles. Believe me, normal (American) massage places aren't half this good! Plus they cost twice as much. Now I go in every few weeeks, sit in the sauna and the steam room for a while, run in and dip myself in the freezing tub of water (that'll wake the old heart up!) then back to the sauna. Two hours of scubbing and massage later I am a whole new person!
Anyway, just a peek into my life. Tomorrow I am going the the Hustler Hollywood store to pick up a really cool bondage chair and to meet my good friend Theresa Flynt and my ex-husband (they work for Hustler so it's a good excuse) for lunch at the famous Rainbow Bar & Grill. I am still all relaxed and am going to go to bed early - yeah, like midnight is early right? I am rewatching the X-Files episodes, one each night before I got to sleep...
G'night.
