Mercnbeth
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Steel, I've had a GREAT life. I leave whether its 'kinky' or not to third person interpretation. Me - I've just been living and having fun. My clearest and first memory regarding the 'good old days'? - Sticky floors at the NYC clubs. Disgusting huh? At the time it just represented the 'anything goes' attitude pervasive. I wouldn't represent that it was pervasive in the 'community' because to insinuate there was a 'community' misrepresents the times. What it represented was a time when you couldn't die from sex; transitioning to not knowing you could die from sex, finally evolving to making sure you didn't die from sex. Eh - that was my experience, limited geographically to NY, NJ, and the Philadelphia area. The method I use to determine if someone actually participated versus just read about "Back In the Day"; is usually if they were there, they'll put a smile on their face, shake their head (that's were they have the thought - "I can't believe I survived!"), and say simply, "It was fun!". They won't try to brag or long for them, or compare them better than today. Access alone would point to the fact they were not better. Hell, do you know what it was like to date back then having 'kinky' desires, but concerned that disclosing them would end the budding relationship? That first spank while in the 'doggy position' was a big risk! Now, you go to a place like CM, chat and eventually meet people and that first spank is expected, or at least considered in the contemplated relationship. How great is that! Sure, there were some fantastic times, LOTS of them! I've forgotten some of them. Sure, I tell stories of the 'old days' mostly the sort where something funny or unexpected happened - good or bad; but I don't long for them. Frankly I hope I haven't yet experienced the 'ultimate' scene, or had the 'ultimate' sexual experience. I had a pretty good one this morning, but I won't use it to benchmark the next experience. The saddest thought I can conceive, short of being parted from beth, would be that I've had my 'ultimate' experience. Maybe I have, maybe I haven't, but even as the number of laps I've journeyed around the sun increase - I certainly hope not. I won't be disappointed if I have, because the ongoing attempt is energizing, and the mindset keeps life interesting. Being open to the possibility creates possibilities. I really can't point to anything I do to "spice things up". My "philosophy" may take care of that - I constantly seek 'spice'. I've got my preferences, the hotter the better; food or physical experience. I don't have an aversion to many flavors; curry maybe, but not even willing to totally discount that either because philosophically I'm open to considering that maybe the 'curry' I've tasted was prepared poorly. FUN Steel, is the goal. I make it a point to hang out with people who are open to it as much as I am. Should there come a day when FUN is "no longer serving the reward" - bury me; I'm already dead.
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