Saturday, September 26, 2009

Pimping ain't easy

I've been reading Kyra's blog(invite only) for a bit and browsing a few of the comments.  The funniest thing I find there is that as Kyra is going through men for potential hookups, the gallery encourages her to just drop guy x and move on to guy y.  This seems to be quite common in sex-blogger comments in general.

The amazingly humorous thing about this is that finding people to shag is easy, but finding people to have really amazing sex with is fucking hard, seriously fucking hard.  It's like banging your head and genitals into a brick wall covered with glass which is also next to a carnivorous ant farm.  Yes, you can bash your head into another part of the wall, but the results will be remarkably similar.

How do I know this?

Multiple bad hookups.  

Swinging has been a lot like dating but in many ways worse when it goes badly.  Even in a room of people ostensibly looking for the same thing there are those that you will have magic wonderful sex with and those you'd rather shove into the aforementioned wall.

Jumping from lovers to lovers sounds like this great thing, but the most amazing thing about it is that those people are mostly imaginary.  Now maybe some people are the type that just roll into a club and find people to have wild chandelier swinging sex with on a regular basis?  For the rest of us, there's the long hard slog to find someone worth getting naked.  Eris and I and Jinian and many of the other swing folks we know are still working on that.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

You meet someone, nothing happens and all of the sudden

*bang* you're off talking about how much you enjoy certain kinky things and how far down the road of depravity she wants to go.

Hi there, I'm back - and front for that matter.  For once, I've had luck meeting a woman online and turning that into an actual face-to-face encounter - whee!

It was awesome, it was amazing, it was beyond words; ok so it was kind of 'blah' on both of  our parts.  The amazing thing was is that while we liked each other, we didn't feel any electric chemistry whizzing around in our brains.  It was odd, as Kyra noted, we are kind of a good match - in electrons.

Ah well, at least I've made another kink friend IRL.