Maybe Not Quite Enough Too Much Information

Well, the weather's changed, I've only got two more big projects (ok, one major -- packing up the basement for an entirely non-cosmetic but much-needed seismic retrofit -- and one minor) and, thankfully, no more trips(!), and I hope no more heat-waves before my family returns to a normal school-year routine. Almost out of the woods isn't *out* of the woods but I'm finally feeling a little less frazzled and consequently *way* more communicative. Apologies for being so out of communication email-wise, comment-reply-wise, and in person as well. Again I'm not out of the woods yet but, maybe because it's finally raining properly again I'm up for a *little* non-seriousness and so, via Elisa of Fairy Flutters, a very late TMI Tuesday reply.

1. Are you truly politically correct? Be honest.

Yeah, pretty much. And by the way "politically correct" doesn't mean perfect. (If nothing else, kyriarchy makes that nearly impossible anyway.) What it *does* mean, though, is owning your shit when you find yourself busted. Or when you bust yourself. And then cleaning up any mess you made as best you can -- while recognizing "as best you can" may not be enough.

2. Will you ever streak in public during rush hour?

Hmm... Osbasso's announced an HNT Olympics theme for this week so... Eh, probably not. For one thing I'm not sure how I'd photograph myself.

On the other hand while the memories have grown unnervingly dim I certainly streaked a number of public venues during the original streaking fad, including somewhere downtown area in Chapel Hill, NC., a (Unitarian) church service, and numerous large and small parties. Oh, and I think an interstate exit ramp in broad daylight when I knew a bunch of friends traveling in a separate car were about to pass us.

But would I ever streak in public during rush hour *now?* I'd need a pretty good reason, and a really great venue (I can say it's *way* more fun with friends around) but... yeah, maybe.

3. Would you ever do something sexual in public (more than 20 people around)?

You'd have to define "sexual." I've been *covertly* sexual in public places but not in a way other people would notice.

Does waking up naked with another person in a sleeping bag and discovering that what we'd imagined was the privacy of a forest but was actually someone's back yard... with the trail of clothes we'd carelessly shed the night before scattered halfway up the hill? Fortunately the homeowners weren't looking out their picture window but we certainly noticed them. (Yikes!)

I've also been sexual in a dark room where a lot of other coupled-up people were also being pretty sexual, but since we were all sort of into each other it wasn't like anyone was putting on a show -- there just wasn't anywhere more private to retire to. So I don't think that counts either.

Oh, and I've been *very* sexual in a couple of very large crowds (for instance a late-night outdoor concert, a fireworks display) but again only very discreetly. (It's not about the fear of being caught, it's about the excitement of not being noticed.)

But, again, as for *would* I openly have sex in front of 20 or more people? Eh, I wouldn't rule it out, especially if it really spun a partner's pinwheel, but I definitely wouldn't seek it out either.

4. Do you ever not have good table manners?

Sadly no. Ok table manners yes. But definitely not great. I'm a little self-conscious about it.

5. Do you ever fantasize about a public sexual act? Describe.

Not so much. As I mentioned above I've been sexual in public settings but it's not something I fantasize about.

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever gone through a true sexual fantasy? Describe.

Oh yes! Although maybe it's that I have pretty achievable fantasies that mostly involve highly exciting but not terribly outrageous fantasies about people I've had crushes on anyway. But to say I've gone through fantasies is sort of putting it backwards -- my best fantasies are memories of things I've already done.

And as far as that goes, as you might expect from someone raised inside the "no-sex" class paradigm but not highly enamored of it many of my best memories are of times when partners took the initiative, seduced me, surprised me, showed me something new, pushed *my* limits, or otherwise shook the scales from my eyes. Going back to item #1 I *really* need to own that I *still* believe way too much about sex that turns out to be utterly, well, incorrect. :-)

Details will have to wait for another, preferably cool, rainy Pacific-Northwest day when I can finally sit down long enough to collect my thoughts without interruption. (Sigh!)