Hey, folks. I have a confession to make: I chickened out. If you read my stuff over at Nerve mag, you know that I’d planned to go to a sex club with my friend Jonathan over the weekend. Well, I went to the club. That’s not where I chickened out. Oddly enough, I chickened out when it came time to write about the experience. I wanted to write about everything in graphic detail — i.e. the porn in the background, the orgy room, the couples engaging in activity — but I couldn’t completely. If any of you blog … and *especially* if any of you blog under your real name, associate your picture with your blog, and/or share your blogs with your coworkers, family and friends … you already know what I mean.
My friend Sexpot Donna and I recently had an interesting conversation about the experience. She knew that I was going to the club, and she sent me an IM to ask what I was going to write on my blog. I told her that I’d already written the post, but I left many of the juicier bits out. Two thoughts about why I felt the need to do this:
- I would have felt guilty writing about some of the older people that were at the club. They were way out of my age range, but that doesn’t give me free range to poke fun at them or look down on them for what there were doing.
- Like I said before, I’m not comfortable getting too detailed about everything that I saw given that I know who reads this blog.
So, then, Sexpot Donna asks me, “Was writing the review worth going?” Good question. On one hand, the experience was worth it. For some, life is about finding your safety blanket and wrapping yourself in it. For others, life is about stepping out into the unknown and challenging yourself to develop to your fullest potential. I definitely fall into the latter of the two camps. So, was it worth it? Yes. But, 0n the other hand, I worry that the whole “writing of the review” suffered a bit because I left out some of the most interesting details. In any case, I haven’t ruled out the possibility of writing a “here’s the WHOLE story” piece and sticking it up as a password-protected post here at the FBC. If I go that route, I’ll email the regulars the password. If you’re not a regular, fret not. Just email me, and I’ll send you the password.
Okay, so, that’s the deal with the sex club review. Check it out at Nerve if you’re interested. NOTE: Sorry for hijacking today’s Manly Monday post, but I just had to get all of that stuff off of my chest.
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Wow a sex club? You SO have to share so I can live vicariously through you since the chances of me ever doing anything like that are practically zero. Don’t worry, I will still read your blog and I won’t be shocked and think too badly of you even if you were to describe a 4way gangbang with a horse covered peanut butter or something. Honest:)
Yea. I understand about writing that stuff on the internet. I think you made the right decision.
As for a Midwesterner.. I don’ t know if they have things like this, maybe in Chicago.
But, I probably would have never gone to anything like that because I personally would have felt weird. Plus I’m not the type of guy that just goes around and hooks up with people. Yea I know, that is weird to hear from a guy. But just randomly hooking up is not my style…
I probably wouldn’t make it in NYC… LOL
Awww, c’mon! We wanna read all the titillating details!
Well, not really. I just wanted an excuse to use the word “titillating”. I love that word, and it’s so hard to work it into a typical conversation. I’ll type it again: “titillating”! I feel much better now.
When I’m not behind the corporate firewall I’ll check out what you wrote on Nerve. Hasta!
Darwin: I’m still debating about whether or not I’m going to do a private post. By the way … I wasn’t joking about not participating in any activities. I was simply there as an observer and nothing else. So, then, the question is: Did I see any other people participating in a 4way with a peanut butter covered horse? Mum’s the word. ;)
Nick Schmidt: Chicago born, I’m a Midwesterner at heart too. :-) And, for the record, not that it matters, but I didn’t hook up with anyone.
Baba Doodlius: I love the word “titillating”, too! Actually, I’m kind of a word geek because I really like words that end in “lating”. Relating. Oscillating.
It’s so refreshing to read this post! I definitely think you are more comfortable writing about your feelings/experiences on FBC than on Nerve.
That said, proceed with the password-protected post!!
(P.S. you and I both know NY is only what you make of it — the sex clubs are only available to the pervs who consciously seek them out!)
I think I understand your dilemma. I find myself in a similar position and have ended up creating a separate protected blog open only to people I know. Some stories need to be told but there is also a need to control your audience. Sometimes things get wonky without context…I like knowing that certain stories are being heard by people who know me or just get the inherent joke/weirdness.
All that said, we’re voyeurs or we wouldn’t be here reading about your life :)
Oh.. Just wanted to let you know and to clarify. I didn’t mean to come across that you hooked up with anyone from the club.
I was just saying.. i’m one of the ‘odd’ guys, that doesn’t hook up. I was just making a random statement about me.. LOL
Cool to find another midwesterner blogging!!
It would be an interesting read, thats for sure. ;) Just found your blog, and enjoyed it. Will be back. Oh, and I tried to tip the scales in the Matt Damon droolworthy thing, but I think I failed miserable. Hehe. take care.
sexpotdonna: Thanks for the compliment; glad you like the post! :)
kbarrett: I couldn’t agree with you more. Everyone who blogs is somewhat of an exhibitionist and everyone who reads has at least a tiny little voyeur hiding inside.
Nick Schmidt: No prob, babes! And, three cheers for Midwesterners!!! :) I *love* Illinois.
mary: THANKS for reading my blog. I love it when people randomly stumble upon it and decide to stick around. I’m waaaay overdue for a reader appreciation day. Maybe I’ll do that later this week.
Such places do exist in Chicago. I haven’t been to one. But I did talk to a woman who went along as a favor to a man who wanted to go. She told me she was so nervous that she spent the beginning of the night throwing up in the restroom!
Throwing up in the restroom? Wow!
And, yeah, you’re 100% right about such clubs existing in Chicago … heeeey, wasn’t it the *Illinois* candidate for senator, Jack Ryan, who pulled out of the race because his campaign was plagued with stories about him taking his famous wife, Jerry Ryan, to sex clubs? Pervy little Illinoisans. ;)
I understand your hesitancy in posting details about the sex club. I recently got castigated at a blogger meet-up for being a “swinger.” Wasnt fun. But that isnt going to stop me from doing what I want!
lol
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You went to Le Trapeze? Feh.
You could’ve gone to Chemistry.
@ lola: Yeah. Still haven’t decided whether or not I’ll post the password-protected post.
@ Viviane: Didn’t say it was Le Trapeze. Didn’t say it wasn’t. This was my first time at a sex club, and I definitely wouldn’t say that I’m “in the know” about the clubs. So, if you say Chemistry is good, I’ll believe you. Jonathan and I haven’t ruled out the possibility of going to another club.