Swinging

An evening of oral education, with structured feedback.

Same concept, slight twist: each woman touches herself next to someone else’s partner, who finishes on her.

A modest proposal for a coed circle jerk — done with a little taste, and subtlety.

A choreographed evening for four couples, eight strangers, and one bathroom.

An elaborate plan for an evening of silent, anonymous fun with strangers in a bar bathroom.

An elaborate fantasy involving oral sex, a dinner party, and Craigslist — and the humbling discovery that almost no one else wants what I want.

Three questions, no simple answers, and the honest admission that hanging a flag doesn’t summon a gazillion great sex partners.

I don’t fit in among the polyamorists or the swingers — too earnest for the one crowd, not earnest enough for the other.

I wanted to write about the impossibility of symmetry in non-monogamy. Turns out I already did.

Back to Le Trapeze with Jen and Mara — lockers, towels, and a growing audience.