Photo Credit: The Garden Room at Burke Williams’ Spa in Woodland Hills, CA
This weekend, I visited Burke Williams Spa in Woodland Hills, CA. Oh, goodness this was a much-needed, long-awaited visit. I received the gift card almost two years ago. Each appointment made was canceled for some reason or another. I almost canceled again but I missed the cancellation block and would have been charged for the service either way. So, I ventured out.
I always request a male masseuse. Though my massages are always relaxing and a little painful (the best massages are supposed to hurt a little bit), I sometimes view my massages as a form of foreplay. Crazy right? Or normal? Hmmm … Anyway, because my massages are linked to sex in some odd way in my mind, and I’m a heterosexual being, I don’t want a woman masseuse.
I have a lesbian friend who once said, “You’re the most straightest person I know!” We both laughed and yet, I knew exactly what she meant. Because I’m in my earthly bathing suit while on the massage table, I thoroughly enjoy Mr. XY kneading, stroking, and rubbing my entire body, except my scalp. Sorry, but keep your hands OUT of my hair! It’s a Black woman thing! Don’t ever touch the hair! And thus, I prefer Mr. XY over Ms. XX.
I’ve been getting massages for over 15 years. Well, about 10 years ago, I had a woman masseuse. To this day, I will never forget her name, Lindsay! Oh, she was fantastic! Did I link that massage to foreplay? Yep! It made me question myself and wonder, “Does this mean I’m bi-sexual?” Well, the answer is no. It did give me a chance to experience and appreciate female masseuses for their awesome work. So why did I think of foreplay while with Lindsay? Because the entire time, she kneaded, stroked, and rubbed my body, my eyes were closed and I was envisioning my then Mr., being Lindsay. 😉
Some may say that I could still get a female masseuse and envision a man. That’s true. However, I’m newly single soooo, that Mr. XY massage can be a conduit to changing my social status. 😀 Hey, don’t rule it out!
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