Sorry I've been away so long peeps.
I've been job hunting and staying alive. Writing theater criticism for chicagotheaterblog.com pays a little, but not enough. I'm working on this being my breakthrough month for full-time employment. Your kind thoughts, prayers and encouragement are always deeply appreciated.
I probably wouldn't have posted at all but this little bit of excellent writing caught my eye. Rachel Rabbit White's "I'm in a bisexual marriage" provides much-needed relief to all the"why-I'd-never-date- a-bisexual-man" writing that's found out there on heterosexual women's dating and relationships websites .
I do find his bisexuality hot. It’s not that I’m into the fact that he’s into sucking c**k and Christian Bale. It’s that he’s done the work on himself to know his sexuality. When we’ve hung out with guy friends who’ve said something defensive about not being gay, he’s switched it into a positive conversation about sexuality and how he knew he was bi. It’s self-confidence. It’s being comfortable in your own skin. And that I’m into.
One Friday evening we took a visit to our local feminist sex shop. It’s the kind of place with non-threatening pastel walls and sample toys to fondle. Suddenly, we came upon it: a beautiful 7-inch, vein-y dildo. Made from silicone. It even had balls! My husband ran his finger along the shaft and I knew we were taking it home.
How refreshing to find a woman take on and enjoy gender transgression with her bi guy while eroticizing the gender exploration in herself. Being bi herself, no doubt, helps. But I have a sneaking suspicion straight-identified folks here at OS will open up about their gender play a little more if they just pass this article around amongst themselves.
So whaddaya say, breeders? Care to share the queer kink you get up to behind close doors? Be my guests! And of course, queer/pansexual/bi friends, your tales of queering breeder sex are always welcome.
Hmm . . . the curious and inquiring patrons of Ye Olde Dildo Shoppe.
. . . and a contemporary version.