Had a really nice massage the other day.
Ninety minutes of victimized under male hands pressing, touching and caressing your inner thighs and hips, lower back and all over your body.
It happens in a big room with six beds perfectly aligned, so we can all get our massage simultaneously.
One of my co-victims is a big man.
Huge actually, and enjoys his massage with an equally big loud snore.
I’m particularly sensitive about snoring, probably the worse thing in the whole wide world.
It’s the thing that would make me sleep outside on a rainy night, break up an otherwise wonderful relationship or just seriously consider suicide rather than endure this hideous noise.
But he doesn’t know – or care – about this.
He thinks it’s ok to announce his satisfaction on wide-open display for everyone around him to listen to.
I try to convince myself it’s a Chinese vs. European thing, but realize how wrong that is.
Snoring is speechless. Everyone understands it, everyone can converse it and everyone can interpret it.
So shouldn’t everyone respect exactly this?
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