Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Among the Swingers





VENICE, CA -- Never have I witnessed the depravity I witnessed among the swingers...

That was going to be my opener. But then I didn't really witness any depravity among the swingers and thought to reconsider. (I did. I'm sticking with my gut.)

As it turns out, the swingers I met all seemed surprisingly normal for sex maniacs. I felt right at home among them.

Although, I gotta say, trying to suck up to my ex-wife with a line like, “I've probably been with six thousand women in my life, but every time I look at (you), I fall in love again,” would probably have ended badly. Like, searching-for-my-severed- johnson-by-the-side-of-the-road badly.

Actually, the swinger who floated that one—John Lynch of the San Fernando Valley's Velvet Swing club—has maybe as little to do with normal as anyone I’ve ever met. (And I mean that in a good way.)

But he was the exception. The rest of the swingers I met, scattered across SoCal, were downright ordinary by comparison. But damn were they neurotic.

Swingers: Will you please decide what to call what it is you do and then call it swinging? Because, I mean, Marriage with benefits? The lifestyle? This hard-on everyone has for reframing has gone far enough...

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