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Healing: It's just research! Eh, really! Heh. . . .
I've been looking for magazines, on and offline, that pay for stories. I came across one e-zine looking for 60s pulp style stories with damsels in distress and bondage and what not. So, I decide to consider trying a story like that, and I searched around the site a little, and came upon the links section. Galleries and galleries of BDSM pics. Click. So, I'm doing some research, and I hear my roommate unlocking the door. My homophobic roommate who goes to church three times a week, frequently reads her study bible, and is quick to condemn anything she finds the least bit strange. I was too shocked to close the windows, but I clicked on the button that goes back to the desktop, and closed the windows when she wasn't looking, while trying not too look suspicious. I was shakey and blushing for . . . well, I still am, actually. She'd have to be incredibly unobservant not to notice that I must have been doing something embarassing, but I don't think she saw any clues, or can really imagine what I was looking at. At the most, she might think I was looking at nude or nearly nude pictures of guys. Heh, yeah. When I actually do need that for story research, maybe. I'm not ashamed of what I was looking at, I just don't need to freak out the person with whom I have to share a room for another month. She's taking a nap now. Hmm, where was that website again. . . .
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