Time flies, lovers and kinks come and go, next thing you know you’re working like a mother fucker and have gray hair if you’re me.  Last week while in Vegas I got to spend an afternoon with a friend just catching up and talking about everything and nothing in particular.  It was a rare treat, we talked about books, family, business and then got on to more carnal topics.  Swinging once upon a time, first kinks and fetish events.  It was fun since they run in different circles to compare notes about lifestyle differences, outings, and how neither of us can be bothered to go to munches in the evenings anymore but the ones on Sunday afternoon’s hold the most appeal.  Eventually we landed on the topic of finding people to play with in the old days when there wasn’t chat rooms, BBS, specialty web sites or any of the other things we now take for granted.

Somehow I had forgotten that not only were there the Seeking columns in news papers and local entertainment rags (The City Paper in Pittsburgh or the River Front Times in STL, etc) but that once or twice a month there were specialty publications  sold in adult books stores advertising couples, singles and their interests and desires.  Responses came to Post Office boxes or special voicemail boxes the papers provided to clients.  Did the offers pour in?  Sometimes yes, sometimes no but each reply signified a possibility that just maybe you could find what you thought you were looking for.  I think and perhaps this is an unfair assumption that the people and the responses were more genuine.  The intention was to meet or whatever.  The whole cyber Romeo  or master of all who submit types were fewer and further in between.   Not that there was complete truth in advertising even then.

With the ease of today’s world a few google searches and you can hit dozens of sites with varying levels of traffic and sub cultures that cater to you kinks.  I’ve been on some of them over the years, run the occasional bit, had a few offers, met a few folks etc but somehow even in retrospect an email, that leads to IM, to phone calls and texts while thrilling never held the same magical charm as a letter in a mail box.  Well either that or I’ve become old and jaded.  In fairness I may be getting old but I’ve always been cynical and jaded.

I think from now on I’ll become a man of letters.  If you’d like to write me and receive a reply send a self abused stomped antelope to 666 Satan’s way, Hell Missouri 63666.  Either that or you can just call me to talk dirty or send naughty pics to my cell.  Maybe the old way wasn’t really better

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