Menage à Trois Bingo

Stiff, sore, and tired. After all the gardening yesterday, I went to a meeting of the Pleasure Activism and Polyamory reading group--the reading for the evening was from Peter McWilliams's book Ain't Nobody's Business If You Do", the chapter on Violations of Marriage. We talked about that for a while, specifically about why it is that people don't engage in pleasure activism even at the very individual level of increasing intimacy with strangers (ie looking in people's eyes when you meet them, starting conversations about things that matter rather than the weather, and so on).

Pam was late and missed the whole meeting, but we went to Attitudes for a drink and enjoyed ourselves talking and watching people. It was karaoke night, and some of the singers were very very good. There was a cute couple just getting to know each other and it was fun to watch the flirtation and infatuation developing. The younger girl's ex-boyfriend was there with them just glowing in their radiance. He told us he had dated her for seven years and then realized he was gay. Then there was a woman who I kept watching with a kind of morbid fascination. She was all over some guy, biting his ear and groping his butt and on and on. I found her, and her behavior, rather repulsive. But maybe he liked it.