Well, another week gone by. Flew by, actually. My right arm hurts from getting a tetanus booster yesterday at the UW Travel clinic. Elliott and I are getting ready for our Jamaica trip next month, and after my Mexico illness I wasn’t taking any chances. So, armed with Hep A and tetanus shots, prescriptions for antibiotics in case of illness, and typhoid, I feel ready.

Well, ready for everything but the clothing-optional parts of the resort.

Yeah, we’re going to one of those all-inclusives where half of the resort is nudist and half isn’t. Now here is the thing: I have no idea what to expect. I have heard this same sort of worry from people who come into the BDSM community. They have this idea that a play party or sex party is going to be all beautiful, perfectly fit people between the ages of 18 and 30. hah. In real life, at least in the BDSM community, nothing could be further from the truth. Rather, it’s the same cross-section of America that you’d see at your local mall, it’s just that they happen to be wearing leather and latex, and wielding toys of various kinds. Sure, there is always some eye candy, but for the most part it’s not like that.

I had heard that the swinger community was a bit different, but the couple of brief forays into that area lead me to believe that the only difference is in the type of skimpy material used (lace instead of pvc maybe?) and the willingness to lie in a tanning booth.

So, all that said, why am I all of a sudden worried about my 15 post-wedding pounds?

I told Elliott that I might want to stay in the “prude” section of things. I don’t really care about seeing other people naked, I get enough of that in my day job. And I’d probably be more comfortable in a bikini than out of one. But we’ll see how it goes when the time comes.


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