threesome

I never watch Gossip Girl but thought about tivoing an upcoming episode when I saw the famed "threesome" promo.  The Parents Television Council flipped penning a letter to the CW network calling the promo "reckless and irresponsible".  

I liked the promo because it was the first time I've seen a threesome tease involving one woman AND TWO MEN.  "Serena" (Blake Lively) is clearly the woman in the man sandwich but you have no idea who the two men are....that's the point I think.

Britney Spear's new single "3" says absolutely nothing about threesomes. The video gets the juices flowing but it's the same old dance.  The lyrics start off, "1, 2, 3 Not only you and me" which pushes the threesome button but that's as far as it goes.

When did this culture get so obsessed over fake sex and sexual innuendo? How has pop culture "progressed" towards "sexual liberation" by talking subliminally about it?

Now, sure there are plenty of popular resources that do speak frankly and straightforwardly about sexual encounters, but the infinite pool of pop culture that we absorb on a daily basis is scarce when it comes to informational and entertaining thoughts and ideas about sexuality.

My lover Tira called for me to come talk to her and her friend Zoe while they were taking their shower together. I'd already slipped off my shoes and socks, so I pulled off my shirt on the way to the bathroom. The two women under the spray smiled and kept bathing.

"Come on in," they said.

The invitation felt good. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my slacks while Tira and Zoe watched. I finished undressing and stepped into their midst. I'm not sure what happened next. All I can remember is I was welcomed. Physically. Eventually, I went down on my knees under the shower, both women to my front, their flat stomachs pressed against the right or left side of my face, my arms around each of them.

I came back to my lover and her primary partner. She was collapsed over him, breasts pressed against his chest, her narrow rib cage moving up and down with big slow breaths. She told me my attention got her to the edge, then she was moved to climb on top of her man's hard-on and bucked her hips with her hand at her clit all the way to "one of the most profound orgasms of her life." I replied, "See? Teamwork." All three of us high-fived each other.

There I was. My first play party in over a year. I've been exploring play parties as a community-driven way of educating people on how to talk about safer sex more powerfully and how to practice better safe sex. The opening circle, where we introduce ourselves and say a little about our sensual desires and boundaries, wrapped up and the party began. There are too many sights, memories, and moments to include them all. However, a few notables:

I watched a group of women and men take a vanilla-complexioned blond wearing only powder-blue hose and garters from fingers sliding slowly in her ass gradually up to a hot brunette's lubricated fist twisting slowly at the wrist and pumping gently in and out. It was her first time fisting a woman's ass, and a round amazing ass it was.