On one hand, I feel that I am not a good blogger. In fact, the more time goes on, the more I feel like I am blog unworthy. On the other hand, as VSK and I move into a more comfortable playspace in our relationship, the usable tension that fuels blogging has dissipated to some degree. The last two weeks we've tried some swing clubs and frankly we've had a great time. So much so that we'll most likely go back and try it again this next weekend.
Last Friday we ended up in a fun scrum with another couple, which ended after orgasms all around with those classic lines, "by the way my name is ______. " Hilarious. We also saw someone who I never in a million years would have thought goes to swinger clubs. VSK got some eye contact and came back to the scrum saying "I touched him!" More hilarity. Now we simply mention his name and we start cracking up. Truth is much stranger than fiction.
So why write a blog? Its getting well nigh on time to reinvent this one. We have become too drama free to make a good read. And as far as my far flung theories of sexual community, the world is almost ready but by the time it is the wave will have broken and washed away my identity. I see how many in our blog roll seem to be choosing their real lives over their virtual ones. This is a good thing. We all need to support our fellow freak's actions in the real world. By the way, my name is ________. Hope to see you behaving wildly in the real world.
The time, it just goes by. Big plans for this weekend became small plans as the weekly weight of shit to do grew to "no can be carefree" proportions. Last weekend was the same, the major accomplishment being a clean closet and enough clothes tossed in the Amvet's bin to equip a platoon. The highlight in the clothes lost but now found category was a black negligee which had gone missing that we bought in Portland and a Queens of the Stone Age wife-beater T emblazoned with the slogan, "I'll give you a night you'll never remember." This weekend I sold some fish and a couple of geckos I smuggled on to the mainland many moons ago, watched my college team crush its opponent in the NIT, scared our new cockatoo out of a tree after it tried to go Houdini on us, made love on the floor in front of the fireplace after re-watching Sex in the City the movie (since VSK passed out half way through the first attempt watching it Friday night), and rode back from breakfast on our bikes in the rain because we slightly misjudged the weather pattern. And yes, we took some new pics for the blog because we care about our readers. Granted, you all might not always make the top five but I swear to Bhudda, you make the top ten. Or so. Happy Sunday!
