Riding the Shortbus...

I saw Shortbus yesterday and it was truly divine - I want to live in that film - the salon is what I want out of a bar/venue/party. The film made me want to experiment - to go out and try new things - partake in the processes of sexual adventurism and affectively learning I have been academically immersed in.

Most of all I want to do it outside predetermined assemblages of bodies - to just act and touch bodies....

In my life I want to have tried many things: completely anonymous sex in a toilet, wearing a strap-on, fucking a straight boy up the arse, fucking a gay boy while wearing a dress, making out with a genderfuck drag queen, playing with a high femme, being fucked by a stone butch, being whipped, tied up and fucked, whipping someone, getting my gear off in front of a room full of people... I don't know if I would enjoy it all but I want to learn what the limits of my body and pleasure is. The question is how?

To start I will not leave gurlesque on sunday without a snog ... whoa pushing boundaries!

the moral superiority of monogamy?

This post is inspired by comments of a few friends about the falsity of the moral superiority of monogamy, and recent events where once again I was involved in a non-monogamous not-relationship that went bad...

Non-monogamy plays on my fears of abandonment, especially in time-scarce existence. Intimate relationships require extensive temporal resources - and its not just structured date time, but hanging around the house, watching films, reading time, just being in the same space time that I love. And then there's the emotional and intellectual resources. I desire to spend time with someone I chose to be in a relationship with - how do I know you will choose me to share your time, emotion and intellect with if there are a number of choices?

I do not subscribe to the whole one-true-love school of life, but I only have the means for one at a time - how could you have enough for many?