oh, yeah, baby

My first ex was/is a Tarot expert. People amaze me. They're either psychic or masters at reading people. Madame Terezah knows all, sees all... I love palm readers, cell phones, Ritz Crackers! The readings are always on target. Back when I was depressed, and who knows for what, I had a nice psychic, some regular at a neighborhood coffeeshop which is now Huntington Bank. I couldn't pay once and my friend Robert, the speech therapist, did for me (he really believes in all that stuff). She said nothing I wanted to hear and probably because I insulted the whole profession.

But then when I moved back to Cleveland for the second round of Cleveland living, I met this other psychic who took the first one's place... and we had moved the operation to the 'lesbian' restaurant, which another friend's son now owns, and she was pretty good. She saw I was depressed (again)(is that the only time I go to a psychic? My self-esteem is low enough for even psychics?) and she played like 4 Elton John classics on the piano for me ("never had a lesson!").

Pepper McGowan, and everytime I email her it doesn't get bounced back, but she's never answered. www.cdbaby.com/cd/peppermcgowan Last time I saw her she was buying clothes at the Unique Thrift Store and I felt very compassionate for her, as now the depression table had turned...

Have you ever liked getting spanked? (adults only) I never understood this. The whole spanking thing. When I was growing up in the 60's and they needed to represent the idea of fetish or soft perversion the fetish was "I'm a leg-man" and the perversion was "spank spank--hey, you're an aggressive woman about to spank me! ow!" I don't get it. Must be a white male television thing.