Sex is a weird subject. It’s something that many people feel uncomfortable discussing, or too comfortable, to the point where they end up existing in a strange sort of echo chamber alternate reality where all of their friends are sex positive, body positive kinksters.
Orbiting around the love burn folk has been an interesting study in the latter group. Some people there navigate their non standard sex lives with unapologetic loudness always ready to drag in the onlookers if the situation seems consensual.
Tonight, I had someone message me to ask if I wanted to attend one of the workshops their camp is hosting at LB. Choices on their wonderland’s menu included: fisting workshop, blindfolded orgy, and squirting competition.
Yes. I am in over my head.
It’s just so funny, the disparity between these folks and the general tired silence of working with my parents. They are absolutely not part of that scene.
I sat with my family and watched a sex scene in a movie today. We were all uncomfortable. It wasn’t something that any of us wanted to be viewing in proximity to one another.
Such an odd thing, to be that uncomfortable about sex that even seeing it feels wrong.
Anyways, sleep
