During the discussion part of the sex doc series, this (white) goateed computer programmer who I know from there who's around my age and has previously talked about his involvement with BDSM offhandedly mentioned his involvement leading a Roundtable Discussion Group of submissive males.
He said a lot of abuse goes on, that they never tell the woman if their lines were crossed, since it's so hard to find female doms and they're afraid they'll never find another one.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
This morning...
...I had a great busdriver, an older (black) lady in a cardigan.
We had been stopped at a light, and a bus pulled up on the cross street just as the light changed, and a guy got off the other bus and started running toward us, but the busdriver just gestured to him to stay where he was, she'd open the door and pick him up.
Right when we were stopped at a light before my stop, too, I asked her if she could let me out.
"I have an 8am quiz!", I was like.
She just turned to me and smiled and opened the door. She had big sunglasses on too.
We had been stopped at a light, and a bus pulled up on the cross street just as the light changed, and a guy got off the other bus and started running toward us, but the busdriver just gestured to him to stay where he was, she'd open the door and pick him up.
Right when we were stopped at a light before my stop, too, I asked her if she could let me out.
"I have an 8am quiz!", I was like.
She just turned to me and smiled and opened the door. She had big sunglasses on too.
Night in the City (1 of 2): Backwards forwards.
So Tues. was that sex documentary series, and afterwards I walked a bit in the city, since it was a pleasant night, even though it was rainy on and off.
I walked by the "Occupy Wall Street" protests and there was one person there. One. A late 30s white in a flannel shirt and with a straggly beard.
I walked by the "Occupy Wall Street" protests and there was one person there. One. A late 30s white in a flannel shirt and with a straggly beard.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
An Eastern European bartender's stories about stealing crap (2 of 3): Short-lived job.
The Eastern European bartender lady also was telling me about this bar she worked at for like 2 days. It was this dirty rundown bar run by this eccentric old (white) woman who was fat and would shuffle around the bar.
She said the very first day, right after the woman finished showing her all the beer prices, including all the cans for $1, the bar started getting flooded by all these nicely-dressed college age kids and their families.
It was the graduation exercises of some nearby university, and the old woman hadn't known it.
Soon, she shuffled over after helping people at table and was like, "No more one dollar, two dollars, two dollars, all the beer is two dollars!", and the Eastern European bartender said she had said that she felt weird asking the people who just paid one dollar to pay two dollars, but she was the boss, and she'd do it.
And, the old woman during all the madness would shuffle over the register every once in a while, take a handful of the bigger bills, and stuff them down her bra, since she didn't know the Eastern European bartender and didn't trust her around the cash drawer.
The next day, the Eastern European bartender showed up, and the old woman kept her around for an hour and then sent her home since she said it wasn't busy enough and she didn't want to pay her, she'd have her son bartend instead.
"And he was a weird forty year-old loner," the Eastern European bartender said. "So I say, 'Why did you hire me in the first place?', and I leave."
She said the very first day, right after the woman finished showing her all the beer prices, including all the cans for $1, the bar started getting flooded by all these nicely-dressed college age kids and their families.
It was the graduation exercises of some nearby university, and the old woman hadn't known it.
Soon, she shuffled over after helping people at table and was like, "No more one dollar, two dollars, two dollars, all the beer is two dollars!", and the Eastern European bartender said she had said that she felt weird asking the people who just paid one dollar to pay two dollars, but she was the boss, and she'd do it.
And, the old woman during all the madness would shuffle over the register every once in a while, take a handful of the bigger bills, and stuff them down her bra, since she didn't know the Eastern European bartender and didn't trust her around the cash drawer.
The next day, the Eastern European bartender showed up, and the old woman kept her around for an hour and then sent her home since she said it wasn't busy enough and she didn't want to pay her, she'd have her son bartend instead.
"And he was a weird forty year-old loner," the Eastern European bartender said. "So I say, 'Why did you hire me in the first place?', and I leave."
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
An Eastern European bartender's stories about stealing crap (2 of 3): Alcoholic.
At this other bar she used to work at, this sweet old alcoholic used to always come in and get one drink - she would limit herself to one drink at one place, as a measure to try to keep herself from drinking too much.
One time, the other (male) bartender was working, and he poured her a white zinfidel (sp.?) and set the bottle on the counter, put her $5 in the register, and turned around to see her holding the bottle up and chugging out of it.
Then, she wiped her mouth and walked out.
A few weeks later, they were changing shifts and the woman was there.
"See, that's the woman I told you about!", the other bartender said, "Charge her for that bottle!"
So, the Eastern European bartender did, and the old alcoholic woman was nice about it and got her new drink and paid for the old bottle and apologized and everything.
One time, the other (male) bartender was working, and he poured her a white zinfidel (sp.?) and set the bottle on the counter, put her $5 in the register, and turned around to see her holding the bottle up and chugging out of it.
Then, she wiped her mouth and walked out.
A few weeks later, they were changing shifts and the woman was there.
"See, that's the woman I told you about!", the other bartender said, "Charge her for that bottle!"
So, the Eastern European bartender did, and the old alcoholic woman was nice about it and got her new drink and paid for the old bottle and apologized and everything.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
An Eastern European bartender's stories about stealing crap (1 of 3): Takeout.
Now that I've been to 341 bars in 241 days, I find myself getting jaded about certain things, like Euro cafes with espresso machines and liquor; they have to be damn good for me to take notice.
A good one the other day had this wonderful Eastern European blonde bartender (not sure what ethnicity; I don't ask anymore, I'm fine with the mystery; she had bleached blonde stringy hair with brown showing underneath, and was mildly tan, and had high cheekbones and soft eyes), and we somehow got on the topic of stories about stealing shit.
She was telling me about how her bike was stolen from right in front of the 24-hour restaurant where she worked after it was locked out there three days, even though it had a u-bolt and everything.
She also said that once this woman parked outside, came to the counter to pay and pick up her takeout, and even though she had exact change and wasn't in there more than 30 seconds - the counter was right by the restaurant door entrance! - her car was gone from right outfront when she turned around...
She had left her keys in it.
Luckily, her boyfriend's relative was in the police department, so they got 5-6 cars to the area right away, though the bartender said she never did find out if she got her car back.
A good one the other day had this wonderful Eastern European blonde bartender (not sure what ethnicity; I don't ask anymore, I'm fine with the mystery; she had bleached blonde stringy hair with brown showing underneath, and was mildly tan, and had high cheekbones and soft eyes), and we somehow got on the topic of stories about stealing shit.
She was telling me about how her bike was stolen from right in front of the 24-hour restaurant where she worked after it was locked out there three days, even though it had a u-bolt and everything.
She also said that once this woman parked outside, came to the counter to pay and pick up her takeout, and even though she had exact change and wasn't in there more than 30 seconds - the counter was right by the restaurant door entrance! - her car was gone from right outfront when she turned around...
She had left her keys in it.
Luckily, her boyfriend's relative was in the police department, so they got 5-6 cars to the area right away, though the bartender said she never did find out if she got her car back.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Bread vs. Popcorn.
The other morning I wasn't hungry so I didn't toast the bread in my toaster and when I looked at it the next day, it had become dried out and hard.
Oddly, I made popcorn a few nights later, and the next morning I found a popped kernel on my stove - but this was soggy, not crisp at all.
My question for a scientist: why would bread left out overnight become hard and stale, but popcorn soft and soggy?
Oddly, I made popcorn a few nights later, and the next morning I found a popped kernel on my stove - but this was soggy, not crisp at all.
My question for a scientist: why would bread left out overnight become hard and stale, but popcorn soft and soggy?
Sunday, November 6, 2011
3 Black Women on Occupy Wall Street (3 of 3): Office assistant.
The other day I was talking politics with a couple office assistants, and the one (Latina) one who used to be involved in city politics was saying how she wishes the Occupy Wall Street protests had more specific demands, and then we segued into talking about deportation of illegals (she knows someone in his early 20s who came over illegally with his parents when he was 10 and just got deported back to Mexico from Michigan), when the one (black) office assistant came up and I made a joke about how I was waking everyone up without coffee by talking protests and politics...
"Protests?", she was like. "I am so happy that they are protesting on Wall Street," she said, talking about the high student loan burdens people have, and no hope of jobs.
"Protests?", she was like. "I am so happy that they are protesting on Wall Street," she said, talking about the high student loan burdens people have, and no hope of jobs.
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