rope slut
Good, now that I have your attention, I figure that since Justin and I just told his mom, the secret's out: I've got one weird part-time job. Well, err, I guess the job itself isn't that weird; I'm simply packaging product for a friend to sell at a San Francisco street fair later this month. It's the product itself that's weird.

Remember that post I made a while back about naked sushi? Well, same said friend, a Mr. Monk of twistedmonk.com [LINK NOT WORK SAFE], runs an internet business to sell rope... for the sex industry (to put it rather crassly). Organic, hand-oiled, romanian hemp bondage rope. Yeppers. For people who like to do a lot more than break out the "fuzzy cuffs" at drunken cocktail parties and joke about how kinky they are with friends.

Now, while I don't really consider myself sexually repressed or, as they say, "vanilla," keep in mind that bondage, leather, and Kink (with a capital K) is not a world I'm terribly familiar with except by means of a rather bemused sort of Six-Degrees-of-Kevin-Bacon connection. But, knowing me, would you expect that I'd pass up the chance to be a Booth Bunny for a rope vendor the Folsom Street fair in San Francisco's Castro District? BWA HA HA.

I think not.

Got me a nice little T-shirt with the post's title phrase on it, one I don't suppose I'll try out in mixed or polite company. All detail for Folsom Fair transport and lodging are taken care of... now all I've got to do is remember to charge the camera battery and the Power of Cuteness to aid me in my duty as booth babe. Anyone in SF on the 26th of this month should be sure to stop by Twisted Monk's booth on Folsom street. We'll be there ass-early in the morning.

As an aside, Justin and I went out to Toyoda's for sushi tonight... and left after 4 salmon nigiri, 6 unagi nigiri, 2 amaebi nigiri, 4 aji nigiri, a tekka maki, a negi-hamachi maki, a california roll, miso soup, octopus and squid salad sampler, udon salad, marinated tuna sashimi and a large tumbler of hot sake... with a bill of only $22... AFTER TAX. I gave Toyoda a copy of one of the pictures of Justin and I in kimono. We chatted in Japanglish and ate a f**kton of free food. Some people go out for cheap chinese or pasta on a budget. We eat the best sushi in Seattle for close to nothing.

It's like we have our very own Cheers!!