Chrisonomicon

Thursday, October 17, 2002

I went to the tanning salon this afternoon with three free passes that I won at a pool party this summer. It was a clean, cozy little shop, and the owner gave me a tour including a run down on all of the beds, their wattage and UV-B percentages. I didn't really want to know the science behind it all, I said. I just want a porno tan line.

I've always been pretty comfortable with my body, but recently I've noticed myself day-dreaming about bulking up, tanning, and getting a body wax. Not that I'm particularly ectomorphic or hirsute, but I wonder if exposure to hundreds of Falcon videos is finally taking its toll on my psyche, not to mention my boyfriend's well-muscled bod is ideally hairless in all the right places.

Walking down Royal Street into the French Quarter not quite two years ago, I idly mentioned the idea of shaving my chest to Jonno, who quickly persuaded me not to, saying, "Are you kidding? An asian guy with a hairy chest is fucking hot!" Well, half-asian anyway (thus the hair). I've definitely noticed it getting a little heavier over the years, so who knows, babe, maybe I'll be joining you at the Rawhide more often in the future.

On a completely unrelated note, I just discovered that you can skip over words in a line while editing by pressing Ctrl and the Left arrow at the same time. It's a good day.