Swinging.
Posted: July 23, 2006 Filed under: Uncategorized 8 Comments »
Swing
by Robert Lewis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
That was one of my favorite poems growing up. I read and re-read the book. Remember “In Summer” and “The Land of Counterpane” ?? I finally learned what counterpane was years later – though I understood the poem just fine.
Anyway, everywhere I go lately, I’ve been hearing about swinging. Right. The other kind. Sex is on everyone’s mind at swinging convention ran as a wire story over the weekend. Evidently, 3,000 people attended the annual Lifestyles conference at the Stardust Hotel in Las Vegas for a mix of seminars, socializing and sex. And the seminars and the socializing weren’t the only events in the ballrooms. (No pun intended.) What if you were there for a different conference and walked in by mistake? Might be a bit surprising, no?
Anyway, I suppose the reason this grabbed my attention is that last week, at the community pool, I was talking to a woman I know from the gym. We talked about camp and restaurants and the weather. And then she told me that her best “couple” friend mentioned to her that they swing. Wow, talk about changing the subject.
And last night, we went to a neighbor’s house for dinner. The kids were playing and we were sitting around talking and sipping a lovely Rabbit Ridge Brunello Clone Sangiovese and listening to some great music. And then. My friend said, “Did you hear about the street in our neighborhood where all the couples swing?”
Uh, no. What street would that be?
And if it doesn’t work out, do they have to move? If so, I know a nice house on a different street that will be going on the market soon.
Okay, this post made me laugh out loud, especially the part about the street where all the couple swing, and what happens if one couple doesn’t agree. The swinging conference is fascinating, too. Gee, what a surprise that it’s in Vegas. Anyway, I hadn’t noticed the trend, but now that you mention it I’m sure I’ll be seeing it everywhere suddenly. Just as long as my husband doesn’t suggest it…
My husband suggests swinging and he’ll be swinging from the end of a rope. I never did share well…
Yeah, you have to wonder since hotels/convention centers usually run several conventions concurrently!
I guess swinging is one of those things where more people do it than you or I have a clue to.
One of my former employees was into polyamour and swinging. He was a fat hairy little troll that wore very tight t-shirts so you could see his pierced nipples through them–a lovely eye-level sight when he walked into our cubicles. Oh, and he smelled like a goat.
I used to tell my husband that if I’d ever considered swinging, the thought of drawing THAT guy’s carkeys out of the fishbowl would scare me straight. Would be just my luck.
get the f* out!!! who?! where?! dying to know. DYing.
wow!!! i am just so naive. i feel like i did when i learned how many people were doing drugs in high school. i always think that it is happening somewhere else, but not here….
-Elizabeth
That is so funny! I met someone that had moved to Kansas from San Fran. she said that her husband was already looking to move back because it was just to “tame” here. I ask what he was looking for and she said. Do you swing? We are dying for some good sex! YIKES…. I was merely going to suggest some good bars
Caryn – Thanks for coming by! Glad I could make you laugh…
Eileen – I hear you!
Junebee – I guess you’re right. Makes me think there a lot of things I’m better off not knowing about my neighbors.
GNG – LOL! What a picture that put in my head. Ewww. Make it go away!
Kristin & Elizabeth – I am telling you the truth. Might even be YOUR streets.
Jodie – Oh my. Seems they have a shot of finding like-minded people anywhere. But San Fran would probably be easier! You don’t have any swinging clubs to refer them to?