Ball of Confusion

Well, I knew it was bound to happen eventually. Really just a matter of time.

The lady bagging our groceries tonight asked if I was "OK." I said "Yeah, doing fine." Wearing a more grave expression than I expected, she said "Are you sure?" That's when it occurred to me that she had noticed the purple and green bruises mottling the insides of my biceps. Right where the pole snags me during a Twizzler spin. Also, as it turns out, where BF would grab me to shake me. Not that he ever has or ever, ever would. But the grocery lady doesn't know that. BF now feels the need to go back and explain.

I always thought it would be a co-worker who broached the topic of possible domestic abuse. Not a total stranger. Maybe while BF is explaining that he doesn't beat me, that I just have a crazy hobby, I should thank her for her concern and human kindness.

Finally...

Finally, some photographic evidence of my home set-up. BF was kind enough to install the large mirrors and provide me with silly but necessary red lighting. Now I just need to work on the stereo system.