Frighteningly, one of the original members' daughters was there tonight, because she turned 18 yesterday, and this was the first orientation (and later tonight, party) she was legally allowed to attend. She was hot, but I was still a little freaked out by the concept. I mean...your mom goes to a sex club, and you still want to attend?

That's ... yes, freaky.

more importantly, I have literally never mowed the lawn in my LIFE.

That's wacky to me. I mowed lawns from the time I was 9 until I was 18, and then managed to do it a summer at college as well.

And that's Florida grass, baby, which is plenty thick and growing all the time.

In my life I have mowed something close to the state of Kansas.

In retrospect, I'm boggled that my Dad let me put gasoline into a combustible engine that powered a large blade at age 9, but he did.

Someone who knew her was all "Oh, yay! Is your dad going to be here?" and she was like "No, I asked him to stay home" and I was thinking "Well I would fucking HOPE SO!"

I am officially a member of a sex club now! Which is to say, I went to an orientation, where they read us the rules, and I paid dues, and signed a form saying I would follow the rules.

Did you point out that you already know your orientation?

Did you point out that you already know your orientation?

Hah! One woman, while we were introducing ourselves and saying why we were there, was like "Um, well, I'm gay, so I'm not sure how well I'll fit in...uh..." since the four or five people previous had seemed kinda straight, apparently. And immediately I (who'd gone right before her) was like "Oh, sweetie, fear not. There are plenty of us gays here" and the guy in the front row was like "Oh yeah, I'm gay too" and the 18 year old was like "Oh, I can be gay sometimes!"

Of course, after a coupple of introductions that were painfully earnest of the "I want to have a safe space to explore my sexuality", my "yeah, I've been here a few times and feel like I shouldn't make my friends guest me in any more" was a good intro to the 18 year old talking about her MOM.

At another point, the woman (who was very earnest, middle aged hippie type, wearing tiedye leggings) was saying something about how no guns are allowed, even if they are unloaded. And that the closest thing to guns allowed are nerve weapons. And on occasion they even have nights where they run around shooting each other with nerve weapons.

And I'm thinking of ita, and tasers, and like "Wow, this lady is WAY more hardcore than I thought! I would NOT want to run around tasering people! Damn!!!"

Then I realized she was talking about NERF weapons.

Um.

Then I realized she was talking about NERF weapons.

hee!

Sex club with your parents......*shudder*

The "Center for Sex Positive Culture". Formerly known as the "Wet Spot".

Isn't that the place that has (or used to have) the Goth dance night that Jilli always went/goes to?

I mean...your mom goes to a sex club, and you still want to attend?

I've known of a couple instances where a parent and adult child were members of the same lifestyle group, or were at the same event, and all I could think was, There is not enough therapy in the WORLD.

Then I realized she was talking about NERF weapons.

What you're seeing is the light in my eyes fading.

Whoops.