Sensuous

27 May — Thursday

Orgies are better in fantasy than fact.

A subjective judgment, this. Obviously. Because if everyone found this to be true, no one would ever participate in large group scenes.

And people do.

But I, in wisdom born of experience, in brittle sexual sophistication, have tested the orgy and found it wanting. So much fun to think about when masturbating and such a surprising down in real life.

Real life?

What the fuck is real life?

Two is nice and three is nice and four is nice and even five is sort of nice, but more than five is a crowd, is a mob scene, is a mess, and you lose track of who is doing what and with which and to whom and none of it matters much.

Even watching isn’t any fun when there’s a whole roomful of people. Just gets boring.

Like watching pornographic pictures for too long, when they’re past the point of being exciting, and all you want to know is how long do you have to stick around before it’s possible for you to go home without being roundly accused of party poopery.

What an appalling discovery — that orgies are a down. Like discovering that there is a Santa Claus, Virginia, and he’s a dirty old man.