Gay massage tanjong pagar

When a friend first introduced me to the idea of a blind massage service, my interest was immediately piqued. More than anything, I wondered what it would be appreciate to behave in a space that belongs to the other, and, for my fellow Chinese readers out there, to understand what it’s like to be the minority in the room for once.

When talking about the visually-impaired, most of the period, they live largely in our world. A planet where the gift of sight is the norm, where street signs are erected in screaming colour, and where our sharp devices visually engage us in a multitude of ways. Armed with a curiosity as to the best way to actions myself in such an environment, I decided to experience the service for myself at the famed Blind Massage Service parlour at Tanjong Pagar.

As I step in, a voice chirps from across the room. A tall, male masseuse, whom I later learn is the top masseuse of the place. “Vera right?” he welcomes. “Yes.” “See, I realize okay!” he exclaims, his voice overflowing with happiness. I break out into a grin—his joviality was needless to say, infectious.

I look around and hold in sight of the room before me. It’s largely unassuming—humble, cosy, tidy, and compact wit