Now, I'll be the first person to tell you- I've been to some perverted parties, and I've done some incredibly strange things. Roleplaying as a pony, for example... I can see why people would look at me a bit strangely for that... or dressing up as a clown to go mingle with other clowns at a nightclub. Even at Easter, I dragged my relatively normal boyfriend to an event where I dressed like a bunny and hung out with other bunnies- most of which were older than I am. I can imagine how that would be silly to an outsider. But some things I do... well, they never really strike me as weird. Never strike me as weird, that is, until I hang out with my boyfriend's group of friends.
Let me give you a brief description of my boyfriend. He's a pretty typical guy; likes skateboarding, cars, playing pool, and clothes so baggy you can fit another one of him in them. His friends are fairly liberal, sure, but they're typical Californians- don't really want to rub someone the wrong way, pretty relaxed people. They're Berkeley student types- interested in politics enough to watch the Daily Show, curious enough about kinky sex to try blindfolds and ice cubes.
In comparison, I'm a drooling pervert, the kind that looks through keyholes and jerks off while you pee. You see, I've been going to kinky sex parties since I was 18, and been volunteering at fetish flea markets about as long. I'm not shy about my sexuality, and don't really understand people's discomfort with public displays of affection... like blow jobs. I'm a flaming exhibitionist and a firm believer in radical sex as a political statement. And I really like to talk about human sexuality- hell, it's what I'm working on getting a Masters in. It's my biggest interest, and something everyone can talk about, cause everyone has an opinion about it.
Apparently I missed the "you aren't supposed to talk about that sort of thing with strangers" memo I was supposed to get.
I'll be at a party with him, and I'll be nervous, because I don't know anyone. Then someone will engage me in conversation, usually something like "What've you guys been up to?" and I'll blurt out something filthy about a sex party or a particularly interesting and steamy encounter I had with a lover... a lover that isn't my boyfriend. Then the conversation branches out into polyamory, and why I fell into that lifestyle, which goes into my first Mistress and her pet... and there I am, talking about sex. Again.
Amongst my group of friends, this would be normal, nothing really of note. We're all pretty open about our sexuality, I'd say, and can talk about it both on a personal and on a global level. But amongst HIS friends, I'm this shocking slutty freak. Don't get me wrong, they love it... but I don't see it as a big deal the way they do, I just see sex as another way to communicate. Kink, polyamory, bisexuality... these are all just additional ways to further communicate, sort of like advanced courses. Roles, limits, neat little slots? I don't fit these. And while that's what makes MY friends love me... that's what keeps me perpetually unable to fit into the so-called "real world".
I'll admit- I prefer my slutty fantasy-land of multiflavored lubes and condoms anyway.

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