The only way I can keep a straight face right now is by documenting this, so that I am distracted with a task that does not involve laughing at/with the conversation I'm overhearing right now. Ok, overhearing might be less accurate than eavesdropping on, as I have headphones in and am listening to nothing to make it look like I am not eavesdropping.
"Have you met Molly?"
"I think so. Was she at the flogging thing?"
"When was that - right before Christmas?"
"No, no, the flogging party was right after Christmas."
I have gathered that the people sitting at the table next to me in the coffeeshop are swingers, or some other label one might use to describe people who are sexually open and attend various types of fetish and sex parties.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not judging. In fact, I kind of admire their ability to meet up at a coffeeshop and discuss their sexcapades, fetishes, and comfort levels with different sexual practices in not so hushed tones.
I've gathered so far that the man next to me is comfortable with topping, and that the woman admires vinyl pants - which are sexier and more comfortable than leather. I've also gathered that both of them are impressed with someone's penis, which "was a big hit" at a recent party. I think the nice penis belonged to the person who wore custom-made vinyl pants, but I can't be sure. It's all I can do right now to not actually pick up my chair and move a little closer, or to start asking them personal questions about their sex lives - which I find much more interesting than writing a case study for class. It's not every day I get to hear this sort of conversation in a coffee shop, and I'm finding it much more entertaining than the racist situation I witnessed earlier (see http://safaristeph.tumblr.com/). I haven't heard talks this good since I worked for a fairly radical nonprofit that worked to affirm sexual freedom. So - I guess it's refreshing that these people feel safe enough to have this sort of conversation in a public space.
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