How do swinging parties work? I mean, I feel awkward enough going to Pearl Jam concerts with one of my friend’s wife, so I can’t imagine sleeping with her.
How do swinging parties work? I mean, I feel awkward enough going to Pearl Jam concerts with one of my friend’s wife, so I can’t imagine sleeping with her.
I am definitely the person to ask about this. I totally saw a documentary on it. First and foremost, you have to have a really nice buffet set up. I seem to remember something about there never being enough guacamole—no matter how much you think you need, you should probably get just a little more.
After that, I think there’s probably sex of some kind.
Swinger parties destroy the moral fabric of our nation. You can’ t have intimacy with multiple couples in one place. Swinging should be done solely on a couple-to-couple basis, the way God intended it.
Isn’t that the same kind of trepidation that Jerry Seinfeld had regarding the subject? It’s a shame that image of swingers got frozen in time in their then-accepted-but-now-ridiculed 70s incarnation. It’s the same fate that is shared by Elvis. (hey, everybody was wearing white jumpsuits then, from the Commodores to Barry Manilow to the Bradys, but who gets to be the poster boy for the cheesiness of it now just because he didn’t live past 1977? Not fair!)
Isn’t that the same kind of trepidation that Jerry Seinfeld had regarding the subject?
If so, there’s a fairly good chance I lifted it subconsciously.
I did see a documentary a few years ago—“The Lifestyle,” maybe—that was about the modern-day swinging culture. It was pretty much the people from the ‘60s and ‘70s, only now older; a bunch of pot-bellied seniors in Florida, I think, getting it on with each other. Not exactly sexy.
There were also references to things like the Hedonism resorts, the porn film culture in LA, and the pansexual culture in places like SF. I’ve always gotten the impression that these folks don’t think of themselves as swingers, though. It’s the same with people who are into polyamory, from what I gather. Swingers are still kind of viewed as icky, I guess.
““You’re not goin to do it? What do you mean, You’re not goin to do it?”
“I can’t. I’m not an orgy guy.”
“Are you crazy? This is like discovering Plutonium ... by accident.”
“Don’t you know what it means to become an orgy guy? It changes everything. I’d have to dress different. I’d have to act different. I’d have to grow a moustache and get all kinds of robes and lotions and I’d need a new bedspread and new curtains I’d have to get thick carpeting and weirdo lighting. I’d have to get new friends. I’d have to get orgy friends. ... Naw, I’m not ready for it.
“If only something like that could happen to me.”
“Oh, shut up you couldn’t do it either.”
“I know.”“
That and the current Jack In The Box commercial with the now-stereotypical sleazy, mustachioed 70s guy and his swinger gal, made me think the modern swingers must have kept up with the times, but we never see them.
I think I saw that same documentary, yes, it’s like nude beaches: the IDEA sounds intriguingly naughty and salacious when you are picturing the perfect people as the participants, but when the reality of the real people who actually show up hits, it kind of ruins it and the ick factor hits you. Of course, I bet the perfect people have their own, exclusive clubs that don’t allow the unfit and flabby past the velvet rope and who can afford the price of admission, and don’t want to expose their clientele’s privacy, so the documentaries have to focus on whatever suburban schlubs they can get to appear on camera.
I think I saw that same documentary, yes, it’s like nude beaches: the IDEA sounds intriguingly naughty and salacious when you are picturing the perfect people as the participants, but when the reality of the real people who actually show up hits, it kind of ruins it and the ick factor hits you. Of course, I bet the perfect people have their own, exclusive clubs that don’t allow the unfit and flabby past the velvet rope and who can afford the price of admission, and don’t want to expose their clientele’s privacy, so the documentaries have to focus on whatever suburban schlubs they can get to appear on camera.
I don’t think perfect people need a secret club. If you’re super hot, chances are that you can hook up with almost anyone in almost any configuration almost anywhere.
Years ago, I went a few times to a nudist colony (let the parade of “*vomits at thought*” posts begin—I was in better shape back then), and found that it was a bunch of tubby, wrinkly old men and women sitting around in heated pools and talking about how hot it was outside. If it helps give some scale, I was BY FAR the most attractive and fit guy there. My girlfriend of the time went with, and being somewhat attractive in the real world, she suddenly seemed like Aphrodite risen from the sea foam. It was a “family friendly” place, and the experience was really tame by comparison to what I’d been expecting. They had a nice pool, though.
