The relationship between a citadel and a synagogue

This weekend was seriously amazing people. Let me just say that today was spent grocery shopping then laying out by the pool and swimming a bit then doing some kickboxing then relaxing with Tristan Taormino's The Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Women which will be reviewed right here once I finish it. This book, however, was an unlikely centerpiece to some amusement this weekend.

Friday I went to a play party at The Citadel in S.F. For those of you who don't know a play party is a party at which kinky people "play." This play could involve any activity that your mind imagines plus one or two extras probably. My lovely friend Hobbit* brought me along with him. It was my first time at such a party, but it will not be my last. I was certainly nervous going in, and like most girls this nervousness translated into a frenzy of "Oh my God, what am I going to WEAR?!?!"I did end up clothing myself and making it out to the city where I met up with Hobbit and entered this actually pretty tame looking building.

I must say that they thing that struck me the most about this party was not that there were people having lots of very fun looking sex almost everywhere, rather it was how unthreatening an environment it was. Yes, there was flirting, but it was so low pressure. Everyone, I believe, is just so tuned in to the idea of consent that it makes for an environment where it is perfectly acceptable to say, "No, I do not want you to touch me/stand so close to me/fuck me until I can't remember which way is up."

Anyway, more on the party in some later entry, but the amusing part of this entire experience was that the next evening I had to sing at a Selichot service at a synagogue. (Yes, in my spare time I work as a cantorial soloist. My life is very well compartmentalized, thank you.) I stayed the night at Hobbit's house, and the next morning he handed me that delightful little book that I mentioned. I then left to spend the day with my parents until leaving in the evening to go be a good little Jewish girl. I did manage to have the foresight to leave the buttfucking book in my car. I did not have the foresight to turn it upside-down such that anyone looking in my window wouldn't see "ANAL SEX." This became painfully obvious to me when our rabbi walked me out to my car. My life is awkward.

Then again, isn't that the point? I mean, sex will never cease being shameful/taboo until we stop treating it as something to be hidden from our parents/rabbis/bosses. Yet it's hard to contemplate that idea especially when it's so easy to lose one's job and the economy is as bad as it is. I wish that I were brave enough to do it, but I'm stuck here on an anonymous blog talking about it.