I was thinking about what a sex party is for. Have you attended them? What did you like and dislike? I’ve only been to one, and I’m still feeling out how I feel about it, a month later. At the party I realized that a sex party can meet vastly different needs for different people.
There’s so much I learned at the sex party. I wrote that long post about it, but I left a lot out. I want to write about queerness at the sex party because that’s one of the things that I was paying attention to and that matters the most. age I have a cliche that
In which I realize my body is loyal, and I thank my body. I was crying with thwarted desire for a person who does not love me. Which crying time am I talking about? The night before they left town? A random morning when I felt lonely? The afternoon we had that positive interaction? positive
“I wanted to take care of some things, so I could then socialize with my clothes off,” my spouse said. “Wow, sounds fun,” I told my spouse. “I want to socialize with my clothes off too!” We laughed. Later he did take his clothes off. I did too, and we socialized very sweetly. cuddle I
“How does your dick feel today?” I asked my spouse. We were in bed. I was checking in with him about pain level and feeling state, at the beginning part of sex. I had already asked about his head, feet, butt, tummy, and legs. “It wants you,” he said. “Wow! Great!’ I said. “How fortunate
I need aftercare. Lately I’ve been hurting about how different I feel, and alone in my difference. When something big happens, I have a huge reaction. So I need some contact and reassurance later and the next day. My needs are reasonable. What do you think love is? Abandoning someone you were just tender with
“What do you want?” I asked my spouse, a common post-lunch bed question. “I wanna stick my dick between your tits,” he said. “Oh, ok,” I said. usual answers It was a different answer than usual. Often he says, “I wanna put my dick inside you,” and I ask where. Then I give him options,
My spouse and I went away on a trip. When we came home, I realized that the power dynamic here is so messed up, in a way I had never articulated to myself. It has to do with respect of sexual needs. It hurts the men who live here, when I wear tank tops. Hurts
“Do you know the one thing I would change about you, if I could?” I asked. what I would change I was in bed, naked, and he was standing by the bed. I was touching his tummy and chest–we smiled at each other. “Uh, oh! Get ready to be hurt!” I said. We laughed. “Are