More women in skilled manual labour? yes please
by Petit Fours
I was reading a story today about a government initiative encouraging women into the construction industry. Currently, they only make up 1-10% of that particular sector, Britain is short on plumbers and wood workers and suchlike and youth unemployment is horrifyingly high, so encouraging young women to do skilled manual work makes perfect sense. Benefits for women in construction industry include more flexible working hours and better pay. Part of me was like “great! this will mean greater equality in a traditionally macho sector and I bet fixing something and having a £70 minimum call-out fee is more satisfying than working shifts in a call-centre.”
A more significant part of me gasped as I became aware that this would mean more manually-dexterous women with utility belts roaming the country. That was my second thought and it went on quite a while. A lez cliche I know, but there is something about skilled manual labour.
Need a screw?
I watched a lesbian short film once where a woman who mail-ordered lots of sex toys eventually ditched them all and got it off with the cute postwoman. Okay, I know being a postman isn’t a skill as such but I guess my skilled manual labour fantasy runs along similar lines. What is it? Probably the manual dexterity, ability to fix things, the fact they come over to your house when you’ve still got your pyjamas on but you pulled a hoodie on so they wouldn’t actually notice until they ripped it off you and started having wild sex? Maybe it’s that.
In my time as a resident of rented property, we did have a female bed-bug inspector once, though there was certain frisson, the vibe wasn’t exactly sexual. It was more: I’m going to put some mild poison on your mattress so will you please go and wash your pillow cases. There was some potential but it didn’t really develop.
My plumber is a really nice man, full of wisdom about life and happiness and he once explained to me about elbow joints on radiator pipes, yet it would be even better if he were a hot, manually dexterous woman.
That’s all I’ve got to say on this topic right now, I’m writing this at work and it’s making come over a little flustered.
Related: When Lesbian Erotica Goes Wrong
and i’m trying to jig up the visualization of u wid d said plumber in the female form…yes, i can sense a erotica bubbling up…should pen it down ;)
there are several whole novels of erotica in this set-up let me tell you… “sliding her slender brown arms across the sink she knocked the bubble bath into a spouting pipe, bubbles fizzed up and 30 seconds later the room was filled with minty foam. in the confusion Rocky’s overalls got snagged on another pipe, tearing her sleeve and tugging the rough fabric off her slender brown shoulder revealing..”
you get the gist…
not saying it’d be any good.