We're watching our neighbor's dog Brinkley for a week. She went back home, which in her case is New York. He's a sweet one, not terrible emotionally expressive, but needy. When the wife left today, he waited by the door for her, not noticing that I was in my room.
But that's not what I was thinking when I thought of "dogsitting." Like a child, in love with an old joke, I thought about actually sitting on a dog while watching it for its owners. & because my brain is slightly diseased, it went back to something that disturbed me when I discovered its existence & that my brain wouldn't let me forget about, which is this: facesitting.
Now, I have of course heard the Monty Python ditty & I suppose I thought that song had something to do with the common Happy Days insult but the truth is I hadn't thought about it really at all. Sit on it? What? Why? Why a face? That doesn't make any sense!
The Urban Dictionary has a very handy definition of facesitting though, some of which I will share here:
Face sitting is when one person sits on another person's face. Any gender can be the face sitter, & any gender can be the face sit recipient, or face "sittee." The face sitter can wear pants, dress, undergarments, be butt naked, etc.
Continue reading if you want more information, & be aware it's naughty, because facesitting is or ca be a sexual thing. I did learn something new from this entry, though, which is: Face sitting is used in five main areas: Foreplay, domination, fantasy role play, mischief, or accident.
You may be asking yourself, how did Gary find out about facesitting? Was it mischief or accident? It was more than twenty years ago now, I was working part-time at an Austin video store mainly to get free movies, & the place had a porn room. One small section of the porn room - I guess it was still too prohibitively difficult to watch videos online at that point - was dedicated to fetishes like facesitting.
Anyway, at some point it came to the attention of the owners or the manager that no one ever rented the facesitting videos. So we wrapped them in plastic & put them up for sale. & no one bought them.
One late night, a friend came by to take me out after I closed the place up. He brought another friend, someone I only knew as an acquaintance, & that acquaintance found his way to the porn room. I was counting money when I heard him exclaim, "Facesitting! Holy shit!"
He was so excited by the videos - which, I seem to remember, did feature large women sitting on the faces of smaller men - that I told him he could have them. I was frankly sick of them. He carried out like the seven or eight facesitting videos like a happy schoolchild carrying the books of his beloved.
What the manager or the owners thought when they found the shelf empty of facesitting videos I don't know. They didn't say anything to me, & I didn't rearranged the shelf to make it look like videos weren't missing. Most probably, they forgot they were there at all.
Why does dogsitting make me think of facesitting? I'm still a little jet-lagged, maybe, or my brain is just not right. Probably the latter.
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