Kinks and Hotness

This sort of subject could only come up when I've had a visit with Herschel the Gay Hairdresser.

Herschel has no secrets, although he keeps his extreme gayness turned down low when the old ladies come in on Saturday mornings for their weekly 'do.

So. I have to admit, I have learned some things from Herschel about The Life of One Gay Man than I would ever have imagined.

He has a boyfriend now...who has a girlfriend. The boyfriend is much younger than Herschel and insists he is straight. Herschel leaned in to me and said, "Lemme tell ya, honey, if you're screwing a gay man, you are not straight." Which wasn't exactly news to me.

The news of the day was the The Girlfriend had gotten herself a really horrible haircut and was at home, crying. Personally, I understand this, having gone home more than a few times in tears from a hairdresser, but never Herschel.

The Boyfriend calls up Herschel and says, "She wants you to fix her hair."

Herschel, aghast, said, "Are you kidding me? Everybody here knows everything. It'll slip out somehow."

But it was settled that the girlfriend would go in on Monday, when no one else would be there.

"Ya know what," Herschel whispered to me, "The truth is, I cannot begin to tell you how much this whole situation turns me on."

Hm. "Ya know what I really love?" Oh, Lord. Please don't tell me. I'm not sure I really want to know.

"I love it when I get a big macho guy who thinks he's straight to admit that he's gay. I love the power of it. I love the control." Okay. We all have games we play in the boudoir.

"A friend of mine - oy, you don't want to know. He likes to be peed on. And you know what? I don't like pain. I'm not into that. But this guy is."

I mumble something about mutual consent, safe words, etc.

Herschel says, "It's lust. I love that moment when you just can't stand it anymore. You feel this tension - and you're not even touching. I'd rather have foreplay than sex."

I am grateful he doesn't ask me what my kinks are. But I tell him one, nonetheless. Then I sigh and say, "Doesn't matter. I know what you mean about lust though. I haven't had that in... so long."

"Well ya know, Becs, you create your own heat. You have to find your hotness. Everyone has it. You just have to find it and use it. Confidence is a great start."

Uh-huh. Hotness. Right. Finding it. Where the hell did I put that? And if I found it, what would I do with it?

Well, if nothing else, it no longer feels like I'm wearing a mop on my head.