What is it with electrologists and kink?  Are they all kinksters?  Or am I just meant to be surrounded by kinky people?

I am beginning to spend more and more time in the city where I am planning to have my surgery.  Doctors visits and assessments are a part of the reason.  But I also want to just feel grounded in the place, and to rekindle all extant friendships…and make new ones.  Support.  Is that cynical?  I hope not.

I’ve never been too good at distant relationships, of any kind.  So physical proximity is important to me for bonding.  Always has been.  Combine this with FOMO (fear of missing out) which I only ever really feel if the thing I might miss out on is local—or at least easy to get to.  This happens with the party scene in London or other European cities…because Europe is all so close and it is so easy to get around.

Anyway, one way to get a surgery date cancelled is to not have completed one of the key steps in preparation.  Those consist of three things: mental and physical health and associated paperwork and tests, and electrolysis.  My first-choice doctor has been described as a “hair Nazi”.  I don’t much care for the term, but you get the message.  I know I did.

I’ve been getting electrolysis and laser treatment on genitals and face for a year from an Italian sadist.  That has been fun at times, at least in theory, but it has been painful and has left me with some scars.  And because electrolysis can take two years (or even more), I am not finished.  And now, my first-choice doctor has seen it and said so, and wants me to get on with it.

So, instead of going home to Italy and taking care of it, I have booked with someone who works with my doctor and who knows what standard she wants.  Well.  I spent 4 hours under the needle and electrics the other day, and let me say that it hurt.  I can still feel it.  This is graphic…but my underwear were covered with little tiny pin prick blood stains from after.  And it was hard to sit down or walk for a day.  It is feeling better now, but she got it all.  And she wants me to come back every 3 weeks from now on until it is really gone.

But you know what?  She was phenomenal.  There was a TV over the bed, and she helped me with the choices, and I couldn’t really handle it, and after about 10 minutes of trying to decide what to watch I just gave up—it was overwhelming.  Now I know why I don’t watch TV anymore anyway.  I decided I just wanted to talk to her if it didn’t distract her.

“I can’t decide.”

“Yeah, there’s a ton to choose from.”

“Too much.  I don’t like TV anyway.”

“It’s there to take your mind off of it.”

“I’d rather talk anyway.  Is that all right?  It won’t be distracting.”

“No.  I work fast anyway.”

She explained a ton of things about what she does, all the machines and needles.  She could see me flinching.  The pain cream in the US is not as strong as what I get at home.  

“Hurt?”

“It’s okay,” I said.  “I can put up with anything for this.”

“I’ll bet you can.”

“But I don’t like pain.”

“Some of them do.”

“Yes.  The woman who usually does this to me, has a client who comes to her because he enjoys it.”

“All the time,” she said.

I can barely remember how we got onto it, but the next thing I knew we were talking about the kink scene and cuckolding, and kink parties.  She suggested I would like a BDSM club. 

“I don’t like to play in public,” I said, “and anyway, I’m learning how to be a dominatrix.”

“Some of them make bank.”

“I think I just want to hit men.  What else can you do?”

“I’m a switch.”

“I couldn’t hit a woman,” I said.

“Now you can.  You are a woman, so you can hit a woman.”

“I’d rather just hit men.  I am learning how to wield a whip.”

“I think you’d like that club.”

“I’ll check it out.”

Later, she worked on my face, which is not quite as painful, but around the lips I couldn’t but start crying.  Not with noise, just tears coming out of my eyes.  She wiped away my tears as she continued shocking and needling and plucking.  It was a moment of tenderness.

“There you go,” she said, “all clean,” when she was done.  And a light antiseptic before soothing aloe.  I was sent on my way.

One of the best parts of talking to her was getting her view on the many, many different doctors whose patients come to see her—and which doctors are the best.  It has confirmed my choices.  It is a pity that it is so hard to find real information on such a life-changing surgery, but when all signs point to one over another or many others, you follow the signs.