Today I am thankful for emotions aroused while listening to dominatrix music.
After the burning rubber smell got incredibly bad, I pulled over and a little box fell out from behind the wheel well on the driver's side.
I left it in the parking lot.
I was a little freaked out. I blamed my ex. I thought Mr. Stalker Ex or his creepy family put the box on my car.
Today, he heard me singing.
He didn't know I liked Rihanna.
He didn't know my favorite song.
He doesn't remember I like funky stuff.
No wonder he doesn't sleep with me. I probably scared the heck out of him or wore him out.
I can still get him all worked up and he'll go into his man cave in the basement.
I don't remember what a guy looks like anymore.
He says he wants to work it out....someday. It's been twelve flippin' years since he stopped caring about me.
It's been six since he started calling me his ex.
It's never gonna happen. I hold no illusions. I'm working on an exit plan.
He's a stupid Scorpio...he's got too much Libra in his chart to know what to do with a Pisces ascendant.
After he revealed that he didn't know I sang in the car, I wondered if someone tracked my car using GPS, would he, she or they put a bug in the cab to hear what I said?
If they did, it wasn't my ex.
If they did, they would know how I prepared to confront the authorities.
I listen to my favorite song.
The only other people who would track me are the local cops. The girlfriend of one of the top cops harassed and slandered me. I think she and my ex had a little thingy going.
She stole money from me! She had lawyers harass me at home. She had cops show up at my house day and night. I tried contacting my councilman. He flippin' ignored me. I tried the council at large people. They ignored me too. Then the mayor told me that I would never have a voice in local government. I hope what I did in the two years that followed gave that a-hole nightmares! I noticed he never ran for congress. I would have challenged him just for the heck of it!
He's a jack nut.
My ex sued the city over the harassment. The cops were retaliating by harassing me right and left for several years. It got to the point I carried tape recorders and cameras with me everywhere I went.
When they pissed me off sufficiently, I played activist brat. I went after their beloved tax hikes. When that didn't make them leave me alone, I went on a public campaign to take the top job in the city and control the cops.
I had a lot of fun.
Can you guess what I would sing on the way to the debates?
My favorite song.
Come on....I like it...like it....like it.
Try threatening a woman with handcuffs when she gets turned on by it.
It kinda kills the point of trying to intimidate her via harassment.
If it were the cops putting crap on my car and if they bugged my car and home, I'm sure that tidbit would have made the papers.
If they knew enough to stay silent, it may explain the flirting. I ended up flirting with one of their lawyers. It didn't last long because I had the realization that I hated liars. If I liked liars, I'd stay here.
Still, if you are being harassed by people wearing handcuffs there is no better song to sing in their periphery.
That song gave me the leg up, so to speak. I mean, they had the cuffs. I know how to use them!
By the time I was done singing that a few times, I had an aura around me that probably exuded an air of a dominatrix queen.
I still can't get near a cop without grinning like a she-devil.
It's hard for a male cop to harass a woman licking her chops and staring at his crotch. Given that the cop harassing me was said to be the boyfriend of the b!tchy psychopath that was getting sued, I think he didn't want to risk making his girlfriend jealous.
She's not very nice.
I'm nice. I'm just dirty.
They also left me alone after I made no bones about having a camera and recorder on my person.
The cop would always leave in a huff.
I was always so disappointed. He'd show up on my property, in my back yard, or in my garage after my ex would leave for work.
I thought I'd get a show and maybe a drink.
I'd have preferred that he be a man in blue of the stripper variety.
But no....he'd run off when I got...a little too happy to see him.
I hate the abusive variety of men who want to try to get under your skin and when you say you're into that, they chicken out and run away.
Sigh....
It's fun being an actress. I love my dirty dominatrix Siegfred character.
Ahhh.... but someday, she'll meet the right guy with the cuffs and the club.
The cops they sent after me were far too young for my liking anyway.
I like them with experience.
Love ya,
S.