dreams: June 24, 1999
sexual subordination
I'm rolling around on the ground with some guy my age. We're naked.
He is a jock and is very aggressive. He wants to have sex,
though he doesn't tell me. I tell him that he's used
to being with women who are very different than me; somehow I just
know. My hand is on his dick, and I'm teasing him, stimulating him,
though not enjoying myself at all. He wants to close the door.
I wonder if he's going to try to rape me.
deluxe swimming pool
Then I'm with a group of people, and we're sitting around talking.
Several are talking on phones. All are my age, and two are black.
We are going to a big indoor swimming pool at Guilliani's home in NYC.
We're trying to decide if we should go to his house or ____'s house (some
other rich New Yorker bigwig). We go to the former one. It's totally
fancy. There is a wall of technological controls next to the pool; it
kind of looks like a museum. The place is heated and well-lit. One
of the displays is a glass case of pubic hairs. I see that the purpose
of it is for swimmers to compare the size of their own pubic hairs
with the ones on display.
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