I went to the baths in Berkeley last night and had a lovely time, thanks. Gaggles of humpy, short men (a sexual weakness of mine) who seemed very glad to see me, oh boy. Short men have such beautiful round muscles and they just seem to fit better. Years and years of experience have proven to me there is a world of men out there who get all heated up by the phenotype I fall in, which can only be described as lanky, and certainly, I’m grateful for them. I like being tall, but tall, skinny men leave me cold.
My only cavil about this tub trip was the one who adressed me as “Coach,” as in “Fuck my pussy, coach.” This is the third or fourth time over these many years of sexing it up with the boys that someone has called me that and it always baffles me. I should mention I bear a strong resemblance to Miss Jane on the Beverly Hillbillies, even naked. Maybe especially naked. So having them peg me as “coach” just makes me wonder what wierd little movie they have running in their head. The only coaching I could see me doing would be of a mediocre girl’s volleyball team and if that’s what they’re fantasizing about while I’m busy plugging them, well, I call that ungrateful.
I also say ewww. A naked Nancy Kulp spiking a return back over the net. Ewww.