Its 11:30 am. i'm half out of the covers. Only half. My feet tell me they are still sore, but i have a guilty consciousness.
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So i'm dragging my half asleep body down to the gym. And i'll post properly when i return. The title may hint what i intend to write about.
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Later...
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Ok, so i'm back. And free... i have been trying to write for the past half an hour, but i just couldn't find a comfortable enough position. Yes, because of the corset. As i have discovered, sitting is one of the most uncomfortable things for a tight-lacer. You either stand or lie down, and that is it.
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But it's heavenly. Even when it hurts, the support the steel structure gives is comforting. The posture is elegant. And the rib-cage only hurts really bad after you remove the corset.
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i only wore it for 4 hours today. i made it to 8 yesterday. And yesterday was hardcore. But some days i wear it for longer.
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Isn't it lovely? This photo is from Wednesday night, and it's not very tight.
(Never mind the ugly fake plastic knife, i just didn't want to flash the boobs around).
(Ok, boobies!)
And the relief of taking it off...*
A parenthesis. Why does the voice of Judas sound better in the Broadway Soundtrack and the voice of King Herod suck, whilst the contrary is true? So i find myself forced to listen to a mixed soundtrack of Jesus Christ Superstar to get the best of it. End parenthesis.
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And back to the corset.
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Wednesday i wore it normally, despite the side-effects of Tuesday night (He took me to eat Mexican. Yum). i even found it was too loose. Then yesterday i decided to tighten it a bit more. And as far as history is concerned, corset wearers of the years of yore were not exactly the active type.
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Well, i am.
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So yesterday after the dentist i had planned to go downtown Sao Paulo to buy somethings and then to go to the Japanese Quarters to buy beauty products. Which was exactly what i did.
This stuff is actually dangerous in my hands. (Evil giggles)..
And it was going fine. Until i decided to eat. Well, i had to eat. i hadn't eaten all day, and it was already 3 pm.
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Which leads to my new addiction... Pearl drink. Cassava and milk flavored pearl drink. But not such a good idea with Karê bread. Specially when its a pint of drink.
...Then my corset got really tight. The ride home was torture. And by the time i got home my lips were white and my finger tips cold. But i didn't faint. And its a 20 min. walk home from the train station too.
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Yeah, i win!
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But until this morning the patterns from the lace padding i was wearing under the corset were engraved into my skin.
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Guess i should reserve the severe lacing for moments when He is around to appreciate the short breath and the panting.
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We're planning on getting me tattooed again soon. Not that i need a special reason for new ink, i just love it, but this lettering has a special connotation.
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i need to start sewing. Really, my ordinary clothes look like blah! over this perfectly shaped corset. i need dresses. Lots of them. And i have lots of fabric too. But...
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But... its impossible to sew in the corset, so that makes time management a must. Cooking is ok, as long as i wear something to cover it.
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Cooking. i guess i must get to dinner. i'm trying something new (to me) tonight... Latkes. i just love making things i've never ate before. And i'm going to use turnips in them because that Man is worse than a child when it comes to vegetables. (Evil laugh!!!) But i managed to make Him eat spinach, i'll manage the turnips.
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i made this on wednesday night:
It's a grape and chocolate tart.*
Guess i need a Pollyanna moment. Because i feel quite hopeless. Which means i am not really excited about anything right now. No gigs scheduled, a lot of maybes, no certainties. i will try for SG again next Monday, and see a dear friend that was sick in the process because she is lending me her house. The lady Pulse will photograph me, and i hope this is it, and things turn pink. Then i may have to go blond again because of another maybe... a big maybe. A magazine.
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And there is the fear He decides not to take me and not to let me go to the Tattoo Convention. So i have to be extra sweet till Sunday... Because this is how much i want to go:
(i love Tattoo conventions. And this one will have a lot of nice people, so i'll even go early).
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Why is sugar so good? i ate that entire bag of candies while writing this...
*And now... maybe today i'll carve that pumpkin. Maybe not. i wish i didn't have to go all the was to the Japanese Quarters to get Pearl drink. Or Korean ice-cream. Or takoyaki. Takoyaki's always make me feel happy. Octopus... never thought i would eat it and love it.
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There is also an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical i haven't seen. That is almost a crime in my book.
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Tomorrow will be a long day. Hope the weather is not this awfully gray.
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mood: gray
now playing: soundtrack - Jesus Christ Superstar
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