Another guest post from the sexy-as-anything Unicorn on a Motorcycle:
Swinger’s clubs have, shall we say, something of a reputation to the general population. Middle-aged couples grinding at each other or making awkward conversation over ill-fitting lingerie and vodka tonics. Sleazy operators. Cheap lube. Basically, the kind of place that would like to be inhabited by extremely fuckable twenty-somethings acting like they’re in a Snoop Dogg video, but aren’t.
It happened again on Saturday evening. I got asked the question that most everyone who identifies as polyamorous gets familiar with: “So, that’s like swinging, right?”
Well, no actually. (And still I tell people, and still I get asked the question. Maybe I should get a handout printed?)
Poly and swinging can cross over, like a Venn diagram with an overlap in the middle. But overall, it goes like this: