hot tub rash

The other day Crasstalk superstar commenter MonkeyBiz was informing us that he and his three roommates (yes, I count Leo) have opened their hot tub. You all congratulated him on his new, swinging jacuzzi-based lifestyle and while I too was happy for Mister Biz, I felt a deep sense of conflict.

I had something to get off my chest. I’ve kept the feelings bottled up inside me for so long that I’d forgotten the joys of a three-hour hot tub soak. I’m writing this today because my fellow survivors have stories to tell — stories about 6 to 10 days of mild discomfort, stories of cool dudes with shiny t-shirts and bangin’ ass chicks with Kanye glasses who have been relegated to the shadows of society for up to a week and a half.  My friends, I’m writing this today because I am a Hot Tub Rash survivor and this is my story.  Continue reading →