Friday, April 07, 2006
tight in his pants...
As it stands, the suggestion is to go have a drink at what I would like to call a "swinger's bar" in the city. It isn't really a swinger's club, but more like a regular bar catering to a specific target demographic, offering separées in the back for the ones of jolly spirit. There are no naked people running around, no people in lingerie lounging on lazy boys waiting to get laid... just a place for open-minded people to gather and mingle and have fun if they so desire.
I never thought I'd be part of the specific target demographic that such a place is catering to, and I feel sleazy just thinking about it. On the other hand Bud seems to feel a certain tightness in his pants when he thinks about the possibilities in such a place (or so he said in his last email), and The Fiancé seems to have a pretty clear idea about the things that shall happen next week as well, so who am I to have sudden twitches of morality and decency. I've come this far, I may as well finish it and take the last step out of normalcy and enjoy it as I do so. Who cares what others may think.
I've always felt apart from the norm ever since I can remember, it just seems appropriate to try out a lifestyle that most others would frown upon at best, and condemn me to hell for at worst, and seal the deal.
I am looking forward to Tuesday. And whatever happens... this time I'll make sure that it's not such a technical and short-lived thing as it was with Steven. This time I want to actually enjoy it beyond the naughty excitement of HOLYSHITIAMHAVINGATHREESOME, if you know what I mean.
I never thought I'd be part of the specific target demographic that such a place is catering to, and I feel sleazy just thinking about it. On the other hand Bud seems to feel a certain tightness in his pants when he thinks about the possibilities in such a place (or so he said in his last email), and The Fiancé seems to have a pretty clear idea about the things that shall happen next week as well, so who am I to have sudden twitches of morality and decency. I've come this far, I may as well finish it and take the last step out of normalcy and enjoy it as I do so. Who cares what others may think.
I've always felt apart from the norm ever since I can remember, it just seems appropriate to try out a lifestyle that most others would frown upon at best, and condemn me to hell for at worst, and seal the deal.
I am looking forward to Tuesday. And whatever happens... this time I'll make sure that it's not such a technical and short-lived thing as it was with Steven. This time I want to actually enjoy it beyond the naughty excitement of HOLYSHITIAMHAVINGATHREESOME, if you know what I mean.
