MY APOLOGY TO PERVS
I know the last post disappointed the voyeuristic-perv segment of my readers, which accounts for 92.4% of you. (Totally made up stat, but likely highly accurate). I am feeling self-conscious about my hedonism given all that’s going on in the world. But I do want to remind you that self-care is more important than ever! I am all for anyone finding ways to experience pleasure to balance the stress and suffering of world events. But sharing the details of over-the-top sexual reveille strikes me as a bit distasteful. But since when have I been tasteful?
So. . . Just kidding. I am not going to go into the details of my recent sexcapades. In fact, this post will be for the 7.6% of you who are here to more deeply connect with an immensely witty and open-minded sexual adventurer. Okay, okay. I admit that statement was a bit of puffery. It’s more like 0.6% of you. As for the other 7%, I have no idea why you are here.
And as for my wit? Okay, it just might be slightly less than “immense?” No?
Well, at least I don’t think anyone would argue over “open-minded sexual adventurer?” Although I just heard someone fake cough the word “slut!” Was that you? Now now.
How do I segue from “slut” to “family friendly?” Like this.
I mentioned I would post an update on family and friends given my four-month blogging hiatus from Nov to Feb. What I will do is share a little bit about things I learned about some of my friends as I provide an update about them. But consider that a tease because this post will be a quick update about family.
T1 is 31.
No major update. He’s been married to E for about a year-and-a-half now. Their farm now consists of some pigs, chickens, peacocks, and five beehives. Their farm is next door to E’s cousins, the Nudies. They both were able to easily transition to work from home and while their respective businesses have seen a decline in activity, their jobs appear secure.
T2 is 24.
Continues to live in the San Diego area with his girlfriend and I suspect perhaps a Polycule. They moved into a big house with another couple as a way to share rent and expenses and afford a really nice place. His job is defense-related and is secure, but too secure as he still has to go into work. The good news is his employer has taken extreme precautions and T2 says he feels safe. Most of the time he doesn’t have to interact with anyone and when he does, they can maintain distance.
The four of them had planned to trip to visit us and those plans were postponed due to Corona. T2 and his girlfriend, G, were going to visit and they had decided to bring their “friends” along since their friends have never been to our city. I have this sense that there’s more going on with the four of them. Maybe because it is how my mind works giving my lifestyle choices, but there are things T2 has said that leads me to believe it. I figure that conversation may be best face-to-face. We shall see!
J is now 19.
I can’t believe it. I’ve shared before he has a disability. He pretty much lives full time with T1 and E on their farm. He comes home now and then (my house will always be “home”). What started as a bit of an experiment has turned into his life. He has become their farmhand and helps out the Nudies as well. He may have grown up in suburbia, but he’s taken to country living. He was totally fascinated with the bees and has taken to beekeeping as a passion of his. The only reason they have so many hives now is because of J.
While he needs people close by, he has shown a tremendous level of independence that we once thought impossible. Years of hard work and therapies have definitely paid off. The plan is to build him his own place on the property. Something that could serve as a guest house in the future, or his house for as long as needed. Maybe something along the lines of Texas Flip and Move. We had just started seriously looking into our options and then Corona hit. So maybe in the fall?!?
J’s absence has given us an empty nest. His room is still here and intact as he comes home now and then, but it clear, the bird has left the nest! I must admit I feel a bit lost and a range of emotions from joy and pride, to a sense of loss as well. Maybe for another post?
I’ve shared many posts about their questioning my lifestyle. They still do from time to time. Not in a judgey way, but their typical sister-love sort of way. One of my sisters feigns disgust in my “corrupting” one of her daughters. My niece was one of many family members who visited T1 and E shortly after they moved to the farm.
This “exposed” many of them to naturism for the first time as almost everyone decided to ditch their clothes while at the farm (any they still do whenever they visit). My niece became hooked and identifies as a nudist now. By the way, my sister doesn’t think ill of it at all. It is completely a joke when she says I corrupted her daughter.
As my niece experienced, naturism is addicting! Everyone who has been to the farm and donned their birthday suit has only had positive things to say about the experience. Most left the nudity on the farm, but some admitted to a quasi-nude lifestyle at home. And my niece is all in, having visited a nearby nude lakeside beach many times with her friends (pre-Corona) and who is naked every chance she gets.
With all the isolation-in-place, you and yours should try going clothes-free around the house. Saves on laundry! Days can go by where we never put on a stitch of clothing. The exceptions are whenever Mike or Kayla have to put something on for a video conference. They both have been tempted to just dress from the waist up, but both fear that they are so comfortable being naked that they will forget and stand up during the conference. As funny as that sounds, I don’t think their employers would be amused. There have been stories like that already floating around as people forget their camera is rolling while having video-conferences. Best that they do not become one of those stories.
NEXT – Real Subwives of Texas?
Next post will be for you pervs. I will share some kinky things I learned from Immersion and give a rundown of what my friends within our Circle of Trust are up to. I feel a bit like Andy Cohen and Watch What Happens, Live. Maybe Pornhub would want to get into producing content? Real Subwives? Sign me up!
NEXT: 348. Blogo, Blogi, Blog-Blog. A (semi) Self-indulgent Fourth Anniversary Post