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Not to long ago the wife and I took a vacation to an all inclusive resort. It was not a “swingers” resort but did have a clothing optional beach area.
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Surf shops peppered the shoreline, along with artisanal shops, yoga studios, and spas. And in a turn of excellent spousehood, the hubbies decided to surprise the wifies with an afternoon massage at one of those spas. The front of the establishment was all flowy fabrics and long silver massage vacation, racks of bangles and colorfully weaved headbands, massage vacation.
At a perfectly worn wooden bureau, there was occasionally someone tending the register—nicely negligent in that laid-back way you want a shop in a Mexican beach town to be. It even smelled relaxing, and as you walked toward the back of the shop, the aroma got thicker: incense and scented candles with wicks burned down to the wax.
Like a little secret discovery you came upon a dimly lit area in the rear, a stone pathway beckoning you deeper toward the sound of trickling water, massage vacation. My flip-flops were loud on the stones.
I had my bathing suit on under a sundress, and there was a stack of white towels in the changing room. Which made it all the more surprising when the attractive young male masseuse approached me as I came out of the dressing room wrapped in one of those fluffy towels. So I went with it. I got on the table. The sheet was draped over me in all the right spots. Pan flute pitter-pattered the air, massage vacation.
That water trickle sound. It was all working right—sort of. I willed myself to be comfortable with the male stranger running his massage vacation hands over my body.
I started on my belly so at least there was that. He had a good touch—not too firm, not too soft. And then I turned over. All my bits were still covered and he was doing his thing, massage vacation, but then I noticed that he seemed to be spending an inordinate amount of time on my inner thighs.
And then around my breasts. Not the actual breasts mind you, but all around on those boney areas—did they really need to be massaged? But before this goes to that place, let me be clear, reader: There was no happy ending. I was in fact not so happy, massage vacation, although technically he may not have done anything wrong.
I just I kept thinking through my squeamishness: Is this just how they do massages in Mexico? Am I just not getting it? When it was done I put my clothes back on and felt befuddled and icky. I was not crying in a corner or anything, but I most definitely was not relaxed. Massage vacation my friend walked in to the place to take her turn on the table she asked me how it went.
Who was I to tell her how she would feel about it? Maybe it was just my inexperience with male massage therapists? Before you accuse me of throwing my friend to a wolf in a red sarong, keep in mind that the whole ordeal was all about second-guessing my gut.
So much so that after my massage I went to that perfectly worn wooden bureau and literally paid for what had just happened. Our husbands just kinda sorta laughed. I may never know if it was a cultural thing or if this guy was actually fishing for a happy ending. Practice what you are going to say before you are sitting on the table with your skivvies off.
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Why would a pirate ship be sailing through four of them? Is that a tiny massage vacation ship or some seriously enormous roses? I was sick of rhetorically asking myself these things every morning as I brushed my teeth. From far away the boat and the roses mesh into a giant dark blob hovering on my cleavage, creeping up past even some T-shirt necklines. Lucky for you that means it will come out real easy. Then my left one. Then I tucked my hair behind my ear to show him the fourth and final tattoo I wanted gone.
The smaller, chicken-scratchy tattoos on my forearms were likely to disappear within the first few sessions, at which point he would adjust the price accordingly. Maybe a time or two.
But I still have not experienced that sinking I-ruined-my-life feeling that people seem to think a person with unwanted body ink should have. To put it another way, my body art regrets are approximately on par massage vacation, say, my regrets about not taking the international baccalaureate program in high school. It would be great if I was perfect, but this has not ruined my life, and neither have bad tattoos.
I have only come out to a few close friends and family members about the decision to remove some of my body art. For the most part, the idea has been met with disapproval, or at least a bit of debate. A few people have argued that they like my pirate ship. One of my friends made the point that removal hurts, which is saying a lot coming from someone who is tattooed practically everywhere but her face.
A few people have said or implied that tattoos are supposed to be permanent, massage vacation, which I find just silly. It reminds me of people who say that bodies are not supposed to have tattoos, massage vacation. Underpinning all of this is the fact that while tattoos are a relatively acceptable form of cosmetic surgery, tattoo removal is still not. As the years go on, I will probably have to explain my decision to every old acquaintance I run into.
This frightens me, partially because it is such a personal story. The story starts when, as a little girl, massage vacation, for some reason I developed a taste for an alternative aesthetic. I grew up poring over Suicide Girls, feeling so plain in comparison and daydreaming about all the tattoos I would someday have. After watching a YouTube tutorial on stick and poke tattoos, I was ready. I sanitized a needle by boiling it, wrapped it tightly in thread, saturated the white cotton with thick black pigment, and began poking away at my left ankle.
A couple painful massage vacation later I had my first tattoo, which was supposed to look like a raspberry. This was the last time I would give myself a stick and poke, massage vacation, partially because I got a fake ID shortly after and decided to try it out at a tattoo shop. I never went back. Bouncers may have laughed me away from clubs but I had no problem getting tattoos from seedy shops, and even some good ones, massage vacation. Speaking of which, I did get a few really beautiful tattoos during this time period.
I was not the only one who had this mentality; many of my friends were also getting tons and tons of tattoos. For at least some of us, it was less about each individual tattoo and more about the aesthetic of having them in general. Some people put all their money into big pieces from fancy shops, while others preferred swapping homemade ones at stick and poke parties. People got tattoos to commemorate their best friends, massage vacation, their roommates, their favorite video game consoles, inside jokes, all sorts of things.
Friendships can be fickle in your teens, and I saw many friends with matching tattoos grow to hate each other in ensuing years or even months. If I did anything too stupid, I could always get it removed. The ship turned out well, but I quickly had second thoughts about the words, so I let a guy I had gone on a couple dates with who claimed to be a tattoo artist cover the lettering up with a wind design.
As the scabs fell off I recoiled in horror. Immediately, I went to the nicest shop in town to see if they could fix it. It seemed like the only choice. And that is how I got my giant ship and rose chest tattoo, a dark black cover-up-of-a-cover-up.
These days when I get tattoos which still happens sometimes! I still like them! I only go to well-respected artists whose style and personality mesh with mine. I think things over slowly and deliberately, and I run screaming from cheap places. But, on the other hand, I still think some bad tattoos look great. Check out how dreamy Mykki Blanco looks topless, for example. Word on the street is that I look pretty dreamy topless, too. In many ways, my tattoos actually look great and my reasons for deciding on removal are not totally aesthetic.
If you are reading this and you are happily covered in homemade tattoos, rest assured that you probably look great. The first big reason I am getting these particular tattoos removed is unbelievably boring: I want to be able to wear shirts with different necklines and three quarter length sleeves and still appear tattoo-free.
Some people will read this and think I am trying to hide who I am, which is a bit melodramatic if you ask me. After years of trying, I have realized that this cannot be addressed by wearing uniboobular shirts forever.
The second reason is really simple, too: I just do not want them anymore. Getting all these tattoos was part of a really wonderful adolescence, and I learned all sorts of lessons and made friends along the way. Now I am changing as a person. As crazy as it sounds to say at the end of all this, I will miss the tattoos I am getting rid of.
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Holiday season is around the corner — do any of you have a fun trips planned? Or did you travel anywhere exotic for the first time this summer?
I know some like it sweet and soft, soothing and relaxed. Deep and strong and thorough. The type where it hurts —- so good —- and you are kind of sore in some places the next day?
I carry my computer around endlessly, and often spend my day trudging from appointment to appointment carrying bags. My back pretty much always hurts, as I schlep and whine. Salamander has a few equestrian experiences at their resort, so the massage I booked, the Riders Relief, was created with them in mind — it focuses on relieving muscle tension in affected areas.
It was absolute heaven. I then just lay there and feel whispers. A really good massage massage vacation a deep tissue or sports injury — is not necessarily supposed to feel hearts and roses kind of pleasant. I sort of wondered what the front desk people may be used to hearing at this joint.
My masseuse encouraged me massage vacation share if the discomfort or pain got to be too much. But I never did.
Afterward, I was curiously languid all day, a sort of post-massage sleepy malaise. After this type of massage, your kidneys are supposed to be hard at work processing the toxins that the massage released. You are meant to drink lots of water. I, instead, had a glass of wine and basked in the afterglow. And wondered what he may be doing right then, massage vacation. If he was thinking of me. And…if I will ever see him again. Do you like a little pain with your pleasure on the massage table like me?
So what am I doing now? Wrong on all counts! Think lots of over-packing montages wherein I bring too many pants and slow camera pans from the lush landscape to me half-assedly jogging on a beach. For some reason, though, that all goes out the window when I take massage vacation off. Apparently, this is not an uncommon anxiety. Even our lovely Corynne had to be shunned away from answering emails by Jane herselfas I recall.
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