Chatting w/ Strangers

Ok. So I got my large dragon tattoo last night. It's beautiful. All single needle work, which my artist said was the largest work he's ever done with a single needle. It's very detailed. I named it Xerephon, The Oracle Dragon out of the West. A Dragon of the Cardinal Points, S/he represents water, knowledge of the future, and victory by stealth and wit. S/he is a wizard's familiar and uses invisibility as a weapon. This totem will be watching over me from my right shoulder from now on.

I liked the pain. That was weird. I have one other tattoo, I got last summer. It's a stone Ankh on my right chest. It hurt too, but nothing like this one. This was very sexual, magical kind of pain. I really liked it. *blush* It made me hot. This is not a new idea to me, but this was far more blatant than a schoolgirl fantasy. This feeling had dark robes dragging over earth near a blazing fire in the woods at night under a clear sky dancing naked ritual solstice bloodletting summoning magickal beings powers unknown resting just under my skin kind of feeling. Wow. I actually dozed and dreamt a vision through the last 45 minutes. It was marvelous. Klaatu's "Calling Occupants" and "Dr. Marvello" songs running through my head.

Then I came home and watched "Napoleon Dynamite" with Megan. She really loves this movie and thinks it's hilarious. I thought it was funny, too, but was too slow. But it was nice to spend some time with her and Alex. Then I drove around for a bit again. Saw Nick, Josh and Amy at the Waffle. They liked my tattoo. Saw Lois, Angel and some drunk patrons at Denny's and showed it to them. For some reason when guys see it, they think it needs to be colored in, but the girls thought it was perfect just the way it was. Only the talons, tongue, eye and flames are colored. The rest is very detailed and fine black lines. I don't want anymore color except that the beak was supposed to be yellow and Rick at 360 Blues and Tattoos forgot it. But he wants me to come back on Sunday for pictures to put in his book, so I'll get him to finish that tiny bit up.

Then I turned up Trillian and waited for the sex weirdos to come out. As inevitable as the moon. But tonight, instead of brushing them off, I practiced writing porn and very probably helped some guy in France jack off. I've never done that before. I viewed it as a writing and liberation exercise. I'll probably never do it again--without pay, of course. I want to have a job as a phone sex operator in one of my darkest career fantasies. Theresa Randle in "Girl 6" ain't got nothing on me. Twas fun babies!

Ciao for now - gotta go help Alan find another car. And teach Alex to drive some more. I'll post pics later tonight.