Monday, May 05, 2008
Swinging, people. Not just for swingers anymore.
A few months ago I read Skipping Towards Gomorrah, by my good (pretend) pal Dan Savage, and as part of his research into the kinks and sins of American guys and gals, he spends a few days with a swinger couple in Illinois. They're religious, Conservative Jews, they've got kids, and they swing. They're sickeningly in love but love to fuck other people.
Then a friend (hey there T--I hope you're reading) asked me to accompany him to Entre Nous, DC's only swing club, not as a fuck-date but as a beard since they don't let single guys in. That was an awkward conversation, let me tell you. But due to scheduling conflicts we never even made it to the club.
I've long had a hypothesis (probably started by that one episode of "Real Sex" that showed swinger summer camp [S, I know you remember this]) that swingers are actually really conservative because, hey, I'm super liberal and talk about sex with my super liberal friends all day, every day, and I've never even heard of anyone who's heard of anyone who's really a swinger. And since I haven't accepted any new Republican friends since November 2004, the math just adds up. But I'm speculating. Sorry, democrat swingers out there.
The thing about swinging is that, by all appearances, it's the anti-porn: people who are older, not porn-star hot, chubby, wrinkled, disabled, or whatever are all celebrated as equally sexual. There aren't many (read: any) venues in our culture that allow for and encourage sexual expression by people who don't fit into the norm of what's hot, and I think that's fantastic. It's nice to know that there's a model out there for sexuality after a certain age/size/beauty fade that isn't just about turning yourself completely off.
So to make up for never getting to Entre Nous with my pal T, I'm going to go to Allure, Austin's "Newest and Most Upscale Club." Single gals are welcome, but I think I'll try to recruit a male not-to-fuck-date to go along for protection. Surely I can rustle up a faux wedding ring somewhere.
I'll report back.
PS--find a club in your area, you dirty minded lifestylers. (K and P, I'm looking at you!)