Thanks you guys. A lot.

First I want to thank and hug every one of you for your wonderful comments. I read them all many times and they made me feel awesome. I have had some really bizarre family issues to attend to tonight, so in lieu of an original post I was hoping I could 'air' the original article that initiated my neat phone call I referred to yesterday.

I took out pieces in hopes to keep it somewhat anonymous via location and whatnot, so if it dips into stupidity it's because it lacks landmarks. Heh. Anyway, it appears quite long on the blog page, but not so large in print.... Go figure. Here you go :)

Taking a Swing at Misunderstood Life styles; Volume 3. Swinging.

Ever sit on the bus during five o'clock rush hour traffic and observe the people sitting with you? You know, people watch?
Scan through the crowd, pick a person, and think you can see their whole life and the person they are simply by observing them for the 30 minute ride?

I, myself, am guilty of such an indignifying and judgmental crime, I admit. Honestly, there's nothing else to do on the bus if you don't have good reading material.

I can snap a personality and home life together in five minutes if I go by the dazzling exterior of my fellow transit goers, just like the rest of you can. But I (unlike a lot of you) know I'm wrong in my home life assumption of said "Normal Joe"... Because a lot of times normalcy dictates perversion. That's right folks, they're among you, and they're hot for sex right now. Throw your spouse or yourself in their direction, see if they bite, I'll bet they do.

That Betty Crocker cookie baker at the church gallahoot wears a gag ball, did you know that? The woman standing next to her hosts the local munch chapter on Wednesdays at "The Hub."

Your trusty divorce lawyer plays the skin flute at the "Velvet Hydrant" Monday through Friday when he's not masturbating to boy porn. Bet you didn't know that either. That $1,000 retainer you paid him went towards his basement rebuild with a spin o' love and a man sized Symbian.

That dirty hippy biker down the street however, with the tattoo of the devil on his shoulder? He goes to service every Sunday with his wife and kids, been married for 25 years and intends to stay that way... Was an A student in school even, though a little quiet.

I suppose what I was reaching for by stating those shining examples was that the term "Don't judge a book by it's cover" when delving in matters of thinking you know somebody, or even an acquaintance on the bus. Is a great way to live. Especially in the sexual sense.

A lot of us do it, and shame on us because we choose to be ignorant and live with our cookie cutter stigmas. Shame shame, I know your name America!

Some of the most interesting, genuine, unexpected skins hold the most amazing realities that twist your mind a bit, but bring inspiration or acceptance and teach you a feeling you never thought you could feel. Sometimes even about yourself.

With that allusion set in stone I hereby declare that this educational corner stone is about Swingers; and I'm not talking about the ones at the play ground (unless you're into that; in which case I suggest taking it out of the park until midnight).

Swingers. swing·er

a. n. One that swings: a good swinger of baseball bats

Slang.
a. A person who actively seeks excitement and moves with the latest trends.
b. A person who engages freely in promiscuous sex.
c. A member of a couple, especially a married couple, who exchanges sexual partners.

Well sure I can swing a baseball bat like a champ, but I also am a small tidbit of the slang definition before you. My husband and I exchange sexual partners, we've even engaged in promiscuous sex by goodness, and I'm not ashamed in the least bit.

The proper term would be misunderstood, never ashamed. For now I'll be the voice for the #1 lifestyle swept under the carpet for shame, but thriving and frothing as we speak - Swingers. So let's get to know about my lifestyle, and your neighbors. .. Shall we?

I will begin by explaining the simplicities of Swingerdom, then I'll open the circuits so as you can feel free to counter or add as you like via letter to my editor, since I don't have the ample time to enjoy each and every one of your opinions, nor do I care consequently. Unless you're a swinging couple open to dinner with us, then please write in and include a picture.

Two ways to swing swinging
You can either A) Find a couple and get comfy. Share, share, share alike at your own free will over or after dinner (or never getting to dinner). Or you can B) Have an 'open' relationship and pretend you're not married, or rather sleep with your co-workers and kiss your wife, catching a hint of her nooner on your lips at the part.

My husband and I opt for A.
It's safer, it's trustworthy, and I revel in watching my husband take pleasure in another woman sometimes (especially when I am pleasuring her as well). We do the group thing, and we remain a group. It's a tight bond that grips a little bit of friendship and a tad of emotion when you can be close knit with another couple. You know where they've been, they know where you've been. No guessing, no regret, no feeling of awkwardnesss. Pure fun.

Option B I find gets messy.
There's no telling what one person or another is thinking, and really why play the head games with your beloved? If you're open and accepting to other sexual relationships then why be away from each other? Doesn't make sense... It wastes lip energy sharing my side line adventures. I'm not going to give somebody a play-by-play of the orgasmic touchdown if I can let him watch!

All Swingers swing differently, my example is only one of a large group in this nation that swap. I'm sure if you ask your daughters pre-school teacher she would happily tell you about how her and her husband do it.

Or your CPA.

I forgot it was sacred, my fault!
I am always asked how I can possess the ability to down play a sacred moment that should be cherished. It makes me weep for those disillusioned masses that contend sex is sacred. You can't tell me that the 10 minutes before bed you can 'fit in' before curfew is sacred. I guffaw at you if so.

Since we're here though, can we discuss this a bit further? Who said sex is sacred? What kind of horse pucky is that?!?!
Too small a percentage of virginal brides dictate that this is just not so. I can bank a cool million by betting that right now a good strong Christian follower is reading this and seething. Don't even get me started on the Catholics, they know better than to speak up seeing as they know exactly what I'm talking about.

Sex is not sacred. You don't make love, you satisfy a carnal urge to procreate. Seed is seed in my opinion, and who cares if you spill it for crying out loud, your seminal fluid will replenish in due time! Face facts please; you're just plain horny and who cares if you're special. You can be special for the moment. It's in the movies, radio, and television if you don't agree. It's in the news even, channel four at Eleven.

Frankinsence, Myrrh, and "Do you wanna?"
Don't get me wrong though, I believe in committing my life to somebody and having a partner to endure and share experiences, duh. Isn't that the ultimate of enduring and sharing? Why in the hell do we put ourselves in a position to perceive 'enduring' in only the negative conontation? Can you not endure a fantastic experience as well? I believe you can, and it's swinging for us married folks. And you can too, following and understanding three simple steps.

You have to understand the capabilities and the head of your partner, first and foremost. I know we agree to this life style choice, nobody had to twist arms or plead. He expresses his opinions and rules, I share mine. They are agreed to and followed like a stone mandate. Furthermore, I wouldn't expect my husband to put me in a position of discomfort or harm, I wouldn't do the same for him. You have to know that all is right with your spouse, and guilt or jealousy will have to hit File 13 because there's simply no need for it.

I also know that sex does not represent and/or dictate love. Sex is... Sex. It's once emotion is involved that the ladder climbs a notch in perspective.
You cannot Swing and love, you can swing and care; or like a good friend of mine said "If he has your wife its all good, its the moment you care that he goes home with her that it becomes an issue." But then he followed with "If she's hot in the sack that could be a first night thing..."

As I write this I realize that a local CEO does option B.

The huge line between sharing a couple and having an affair is to unmask any doubt or secrecy, another good reason for Option A. Basically the couples share everything, even after hours experiences so nothing is hidden or elusive... Nothing. I tell my husband everything, and it makes for great conversation when the four of us are together.

When secrets and distrust come into play you are no longer SHARING. You are being selfish and there's an emotional tie somewhere in the sexual structure. That's affair territory, and things begin to get messy and fairly strenuous.

We've come full circle to emotion, and teetering on affair explanation. I'll end here and pick up with letters and yourcorrespondencee. I welcome opinions as always, blah blah blah.
Now go grab an ass and tell Chester wearing a trenchcoat on the local bus this afternoon I said "Hi", because you know he's wearing a girdle and a thong under it. And nothing else.

For questions, comments, or your crappy two cents simply write to *insert name and webemail here*.

I will happily post some of the letters I received, as well I would love to answer any questions or comments relating to this article here. Feel free, I'll be listening.