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Originally posted by notcasesensitive
Sebby probably is more comfortable with the occasional boob-brush than he would be with the periodic schlong-swipe.
I recently replaced my obese colorist with a straight guy hairdresser (I had never before encountered one of these before and meeting him was like seeing a white bengal tiger in person (hi, Roy!)). Anyway, the heavy woman (I'm guessing 300 pounds or so) was a good colorist, but it was a bit odd being constantly rubbed by her body. Unavoidable for her, I guess. And for all you fattists, I didn't leave her because of her girth - though I'm guessing it keeps her from being fully booked up despite her skillz. I left her because she couldn't do my color the way I liked it (I wanted not natural-looking and all she can do is soccor mom blended hi-lights, it seems) AND when the cut guy was out sick she give me possibly the worst cut I ever received in my entire life. One side was about an inch longer than the other. I had to go to someone else to have it fixed (after a brief attempt to fix it myself) because it was unbearable.
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The shlong swipe is more common than you think... or maybe you already know this.
I don't know if I possibly have unique anatomy in this regard, but when trying to pass by people in tight quarters (aisles in the Deli, on the train, etc...), when turned to the side, occasionally, one's package will brush up against the person one is passing. I hate when this happens. Its creepy. I always wantv to shout "Hey, move the fuck up a little more... I don't want to swab you with my fucking dick as I pass." Of course, its far worse if you're the one being passed and you feel what appears to be some balding, ccreepy IT guy's package glance across you as you move. I always think to myself "I's probably just a fanny pack... possible a cell phone in one of those belt holsters." One of many lies I tell myself to hide ffrom the pain.
