The svelte blonde
I was at a gay club on Saturday night and was rather a bit inebriated, so of course when one of my favourite songs came on (Banquet, by Bloc Party) I simply had to make a b-line for centre stage and take off my shirt, to which the girls in my immediate vicinity responded by slinking down either side of me and stroking their hands seductively all over my torso. It also attracted some other, interesting attention. There was a group of young (and very tall) transsexuals there that night and one of them had apparently taken a particular interest in me because she sent her friend over to come chat me up.
The very svelte blonde approached me and opened with, "You know my friend you met back there with the great tits?". "Yes", I replied somewhat bewildered. By this point the blonde was doing some very alluring dancing of her own and she went on to say, "well she thinks you're totally hot (or something like that), and she was wondering how open minded you are".
'Well', I thought to myself; this is a rather interesting proposition. Now of course I had to graciously decline this generous offer at the time, at least without an interlude to consider this very bizarre foray into sexual deviance, but it did cause me to think more about the question that the svelte blonde had asked. Just how open minded am I?
Well, I like to think of myself as very much so, but even then there are things that I just find difficult to consider in real life scenarios. In your case, for example (I am addressing my Director, a beautifully crazy red-headed dutch woman on holidays in Mongolia), you are party to a veritable universe of exciting personalities and sexy, mysterious and mischievous people, with gender being somewhat of a peripheral issue (she happens to be bisexual). Whereas I, on the other hand, am limited to what I feel comes more naturally to me (semi-intentional pun). The irony here is that what feels natural to me, can appear very unnatural to other people. So, when I get a little intimate with a lad of my choosing I wonder to myself 'where does the deviance end?'.
On this, I have come to the conclusion that sexuality is fairly inconsequential when it comes to the more pervasive elements of a person's personality, including deviance. Because, some of the most conservative guys I know are gay boys. For me the encounter with the svelte blonde implied the question of my attraction to the female gender (or lack thereof) more than my inclination towards the more sexually ambiguous side of the homoerotic wilderness. I remain fairly open to the idea of it happening one day, but I guess unless it comes naturally, then there's no reason to force myself into the situation.
So there, I hope you enjoyed that little foray into the tangled garden of my psyche, and that it was as entertaining for you to read as it was for me to procrastinate and not do any actual work (but I'll get right on it now, boss).
The very svelte blonde approached me and opened with, "You know my friend you met back there with the great tits?". "Yes", I replied somewhat bewildered. By this point the blonde was doing some very alluring dancing of her own and she went on to say, "well she thinks you're totally hot (or something like that), and she was wondering how open minded you are".
'Well', I thought to myself; this is a rather interesting proposition. Now of course I had to graciously decline this generous offer at the time, at least without an interlude to consider this very bizarre foray into sexual deviance, but it did cause me to think more about the question that the svelte blonde had asked. Just how open minded am I?
Well, I like to think of myself as very much so, but even then there are things that I just find difficult to consider in real life scenarios. In your case, for example (I am addressing my Director, a beautifully crazy red-headed dutch woman on holidays in Mongolia), you are party to a veritable universe of exciting personalities and sexy, mysterious and mischievous people, with gender being somewhat of a peripheral issue (she happens to be bisexual). Whereas I, on the other hand, am limited to what I feel comes more naturally to me (semi-intentional pun). The irony here is that what feels natural to me, can appear very unnatural to other people. So, when I get a little intimate with a lad of my choosing I wonder to myself 'where does the deviance end?'.
On this, I have come to the conclusion that sexuality is fairly inconsequential when it comes to the more pervasive elements of a person's personality, including deviance. Because, some of the most conservative guys I know are gay boys. For me the encounter with the svelte blonde implied the question of my attraction to the female gender (or lack thereof) more than my inclination towards the more sexually ambiguous side of the homoerotic wilderness. I remain fairly open to the idea of it happening one day, but I guess unless it comes naturally, then there's no reason to force myself into the situation.
So there, I hope you enjoyed that little foray into the tangled garden of my psyche, and that it was as entertaining for you to read as it was for me to procrastinate and not do any actual work (but I'll get right on it now, boss).