An Orgy Declined

[elfs]

This saturday at an undisclosed location (although no place Dick Cheney would ever visit) there's an orgy going on. It's an all-male handballing (fist fucking, whatever you want to call it) event. I've been to a number of these over the years and always had a good time. I'm not going to go into the physical and spiritual joys of handballing; suffice it to say that it's like any other extreme support-- incredibly pleasurable to those who enjoy it, eminently survivable when done correctly, and completely incomprehensible to those not interested in it.

Despite having been actively invited to the next one (I suspect it's mostly an automated email list, so it's not like someone thought of me or anything) I have decided to politely decline.

I'm not sure why. Part of it might be that I'm getting older, but I think that's unfair. Most of the men who go to the Red Hankercheif Parties (as they are called; wearing a red handkerchief was a signal that you were into fisting, once upon a time) are older than I am. Part of it might be the pressure of life-- I want my weekend to relax and catch up, and heading out to a party is a dent of time I don't want to give up. Part of it is Yamaarashi-chan's surgery tomorrow; I want to be available if complications arise over the weekend.

It's funny, though, because I've been jonesing for a boyfriend for a bit, which happens every spring. There's a bit of greed involved with that because I have Omaha, one steady friend-with-benefits (what a silly phrase), two others who are "when we can make time in our ridiculously busy lives, which is like once a year if we're lucky", and one friend with whom I'm undergoing delicate negotiations... but they're all women.

I think it's just stress, though (the declining, not the wanting, although even that is tinged with the passivity of I'll-get-to-that-eventually). Life is full, overflowing, even when one big chunk, my writing, is on hold.

Note to self: get the damn bicycle fixed.

Comments

[ambitious-wench.livejournal.com]

*nod*

Well, I gues I assumed that you were making private posts because of the extent of time between posts. That and I'm not on your friend's list. (NO! That is not a hint to add me!)

I went looking for your writings on the recommendations of two friends; Both ot them said that you write some pretty good adult material.

I found your Live journal, and added you so I could watch for your posts--I guess you just don't write often, unlike lots of my other friends.

Anyway, nice to meetcha--and I hope that you find some nice young man to make you feel more fulfilled.

And don't forget the latex gloves and water-based lube for when you *do* accept another invitation to a handballing party.

Ambitious Wench

[fallenpegasus]

Actually, you want *nitrile* gloves and *grease*-based lube for handballing.

And the organizers of such parties provide it.

[ambitious-wench.livejournal.com]

Damn, you're right. I was thinking of vaginal handballing. And it's nice to know that the proper items are provided.

A. Wench.

[fallenpegasus]

Unfortunately, I have far too wide of hands to have ever done any vaginal handballing.

And, of course, I have the wrong plumbing to receive it...

[ambitious-wench.livejournal.com]

Your hands are bigger than a baby?

Wow.

Ya know, among lesbians, you'd be "well hung".

A. Wench
(You walked into it, pal.)

[fallenpegasus]

Not larger than a baby, but larger then any woman I've rolled around with thinks would be fun. And I can't blame them for it.