VI

All seems apparently well with our foursome frolics. Lori contacted Sabine expressing her pleasure with the night and also expressed an interest to do it again, so we'll plan another night for next Saturday hopefully and I'll telegram Badger to see what his schedule is ... or send forth my private play session homing pigeon which upon locating the right person coos "baise, baise" because all good private play session pigeons are French.

I feel propelled from these experiences into a sort of inner frenzy of sexual excitement that lasts the weeks through. It has been a great help having other Bloggers like Goose and Gander traipsing along the Polyamorous path because it isn't always without its disquiet and fallacious frets. It's a marginal world y'know, fine on the Internet but seemingly cloaked in spaces like the local pub and coffee shops. It bugs me when people react perplexed at things like group sex activity as if they can't use some of their cognitive ability to grasp the idea, why do the mental faculties always fail people in this field? I have some trouble grasping complex esoteric philosophical reasoning, I have trouble grasping some multitudinous political ideologies, I struggle with advanced concepts to do with physics and biology, but if someone told me they like to meditate with friends or are an armchair Buddhist, I can at least meet them half way.

The thing is that I think many people come to significant points in their lives where they touch upon some sort of Polyamorous desires, and along the continuum of desire it might be as simple as swapping pictures on the net, or merely using the fantasy of it as bed talk, or even nervously saturating their sights at a Swinger's Party. It helps writing about it because having some sort of sense of what it entails makes the toying with the option more digestible, even if you are purely reading what goes on. A Swinger's Party to many might seem like some mysterious place not unlike the orgy scene from Eyes Wide Shut, a secret society of sex beasts braying in the dimly lit dorms of some prurient palace.

From an external position I tend to presume that those whose libidos are controlled either voluntarily or involuntarily according to their views on themselves, their lifestyle, their reasoning have an impulsive attitude of distaste for any other existence otherwise but no Swinger or Libertine that I have met thinks anything weird with those who seek the other extreme of celibacy whether it be for religious or personal reasons. Does this mean that if you are more open you are more open about generally everything and that others are merely applying an external and perhaps selective opinion on the idiosyncrasies and collective dispositions of the human race? What I'm trying to say, is one coming from who they are and the other from what they are?

I get this by way of people referring to me as the "Porn Guy" or "Sex Guy", as if no one else is really having sex or at least intrigued by porn. It would be as if I simply referred to people I met as the "Shit Guy", the "Bong Guy" or the "Period Girl". All this simply implies is that the person saying this is too unimaginative to connect with other people's multifaceted self and when it comes down to it should perhaps only be known as the "Generic Name Person".

Enough of this aspect of society, but let me just say that I can't help thinking it may also be a case of the scientists in Douglas Adam's Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy not being invited to those sort of parties ;)

My perception towards having a cuddle in a caboodle is that of quite a natural state of affairs, I thrive on it, it makes absolute sense to me, in the same way that some people may join the dots in their lives by dating, moving in together, getting engaged, tying the knot, having kids, renovating the house, and checking into the Super Fund at the end of it all - not one blink to what is possible outside the two by two Noah's Ark lifestyle. I'm the opposite, but not the opposite because I don't see the reasoning behind all that, indeed I quite understand it from having gone through phases no different through-out my own life, but the wind changed for me and I caught a whiff of another take on the whole "What are we doing here, how should we be doing it" question entirely.

As time passes in my trivial little existence I find myself having less and less to write on all these matters, I think it is because once you begin getting the formulas right then what more can you say on the matter? There is plenty I could say but it would be bordering on gossip and I'm really not so fond of Pepy or Casanova to see the essential need for vigorously charting an inventory of blether.

Some people outside the flexible sexual world react with a scoff and slight mockery at the concept of Swinging, but who can really hear their heart in the quiet personal private moments when thoughts cross their mind that do so like a Jay Walker being watched by a couple of cops. I don't go around promoting the lifestyle but I do put a good spin on it and I tend to expect people to at least understand where I'm coming from if only from a broader understanding of the world in general.

As I said, writing about it has become less of a priority then actually doing it, and writing about the hurdles faced seems somewhat only useful in passing as most moments of controversy arise not out of the matter of hand but out of life itself. In summary of my multiple sexual experiences I have garnered these thoughts ...

That Swinger's Parties are fantastic if you find the right one, they can be awfully unbalanced and sometimes just boring, but ideas like the "Orgy Night" and parties where everyone is playing are absolute pleasure centers. It's hit or miss I'm afraid unless you've created a regular group of willing playmates. This has not yet entirely been formed in the case of Sabine and I but then again we play the whole play field.

Sourcing play from the Internet can be tricky if only because of the temporal space that the web is, it isn't a direct representation of ourselves and our lives and this contributes to its slow and often misleading entry into practice and actuality. However the Net provides opportunities, and even though the Super-Highway to travel down can be like riding a Cobb & Co, it certainly provides another dimension to getting involved in these things.

Playing with friends can be a blast, if with the right friends and depending whether or not you have those kind of friends.

That's pretty brief I know and perhaps not comprehensive enough for all the underlying stuff inside, but at a glance, right now, that is how I see it without devoting Blog post after Blog post to the matter. To finish this post as I find myself text chatting to Bittersweet which is sweet, I shall pin-up another foursome picture from yesteryear.