Posted on 03/17/2015 11:24:27 AM PDT by presidio9
Pulling on his pants after our intimate encounter in my Las Vegas hotel room, the cute 23-year-old I’d just picked up holds out his cellphone, urging me to tap in my number.
“You really don’t have to take it,” I say.
Having sex with a stranger is thrilling, but I’m not that interested in a repeat performance.
Two minutes after he’s gone, I climb back into bed and text my husband, Scott, whom I’ve been with for 18 years. “Just saying good night,” I type. “Good night, dove,” writes back Scott from wherever he is.
Scenarios like these were typical during my year of living dangerously — the crazy 12 months in 2008 and 2009 I jokingly call my “Wild Oats Project,” when Scott and I had an open marriage.
Stuck in a rut — our once-a-week sex life was loving, but lacked spontaneity and passion — I was craving seduction and sexual abandon. I was having a midlife crisis and chasing this profound, deeply rooted experience of being female.
Before then, starting a family had felt like one route to this elusive state of feminine fulfillment. But Scott had made it absolutely clear -SNIP-
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Only 12?
It is far more prevalent than you want to believe.
This particular story is just speaking openly about it, usually its more of a tight knit circle so to speak. Thee onese kind of people call their ordinary friends “vanilla friends”. They have two sides to themselves. The ones they want friends and family to see then the debauchery side that not many know about at all.
Trapped in a boring marriage eh?? Oh I don’t think so! She CHOSE to be bored in it.
>>I suspect this is just the NYC alternative lifestyle crowd to make infidelity not just shameless but to make infidelity MANDATORY.
The same goal of the socialists in the 60s and 70s. SMASH THE PATRIARCHY, SMASH MONOGAMY.
The Weather Underground advocated it and so did NOW.
The sex positive agenda seeks to end all moral judgments against sexual pairings of any kind regardless of sex, age, relation, marital status, number, or species of partner(s).
The current Feminist mantra is “end slut shaming”. Somehow it has become honorable to bed 100 partners and shameful to remain monogamous.
http://freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/3200158/posts
Marxist Feminism’s Ruined Lives
Frontpagemag.com ^ | 9-2-2014 | Mallory Millett
“When women go wrong men go right after them.” – Mae West
“Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy; its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.” Winston Churchill wrote this over a century ago.
During my junior year in high school, the nuns asked about our plans for after we graduated. When I said I was going to attend State University, I noticed their disappointment. I asked my favorite nun, “Why?” She answered, “That means you’ll leave four years later a communist and an atheist!”
What a giggle we girls had over that. “How ridiculously unsophisticated these nuns are,” we thought. Then I went to the university and four years later walked out a communist and an atheist, just as my sister Katie had six years before me.
Sometime later, I was a young divorcee with a small child. At the urging of my sister, I relocated to NYC after spending years married to an American executive stationed in Southeast Asia. The marriage over, I was making a new life for my daughter and me. Katie said, “Come to New York. We’re making revolution! Some of us are starting the National Organization of Women and you can be part of it.”
I hadn’t seen her for years. Although she had tormented me when we were youngsters, those memories were faint after my Asian traumas and the break-up of my marriage. I foolishly mistook her for sanctuary in a storm. With so much time and distance between us, I had forgotten her emotional instability.
And so began my period as an unwitting witness to history. I stayed with Kate and her lovable Japanese husband, Fumio, in a dilapidated loft on The Bowery as she finished her first book, a PhD thesis for Columbia University, “Sexual Politics.”
It was 1969. Kate invited me to join her for a gathering at the home of her friend, Lila Karp. They called the assemblage a “consciousness-raising-group,” a typical communist exercise, something practiced in Maoist China. We gathered at a large table as the chairperson opened the meeting with a back-and-forth recitation, like a Litany, a type of prayer done in Catholic Church. But now it was Marxism, the Church of the Left, mimicking religious practice:
“Why are we here today?” she asked.
“To make revolution,” they answered.
“What kind of revolution?” she replied.
“The Cultural Revolution,” they chanted.
“And how do we make Cultural Revolution?” she demanded.
“By destroying the American family!” they answered.
“How do we destroy the family?” she came back.
“By destroying the American Patriarch,” they cried exuberantly.
“And how do we destroy the American Patriarch?” she replied.
“By taking away his power!”
“How do we do that?”
“By destroying monogamy!” they shouted.
“How can we destroy monogamy?”
Their answer left me dumbstruck, breathless, disbelieving my ears. Was I on planet earth? Who were these people?
“By promoting promiscuity, eroticism, prostitution and homosexuality!” they resounded.
They proceeded with a long discussion on how to advance these goals by establishing The National Organization of Women. It was clear they desired nothing less than the utter deconstruction of Western society. The upshot was that the only way to do this was “to invade every American institution. Every one must be permeated with ‘The Revolution’”: The media, the educational system, universities, high schools, K-12, school boards, etc.; then, the judiciary, the legislatures, the executive branches and even the library system.
It fell on my ears as a ludicrous scheme, as if they were a band of highly imaginative children planning a Brinks robbery; a lark trumped up on a snowy night amongst a group of spoiled brats over booze and hashish.
To me, this sounded silly. I was enduring culture shock after having been cut-off from my homeland, living in Third-World countries for years with not one trip back to the United States. I was one of those people who, upon returning to American soil, fell out of the plane blubbering with ecstasy at being home in the USA. I knelt on the ground covering it with kisses. I had learned just exactly how delicious was the land of my birth and didn’t care what anyone thought because they just hadn’t seen what I had or been where I had been. I had seen factory workers and sex-slaves chained to walls.
How could they know? Asia is beyond our ken and, as they say, utterly inscrutable, and a kind of hell I never intended to revisit. I lived there, not junketed, not visited like sweet little tourists — I’d conducted households and tried to raise a child. I had outgrown the communism of my university days and was clumsily groping my way back to God.
How could twelve American women who were the most respectable types imaginable — clean and privileged graduates of esteemed institutions: Columbia, Radcliffe, Smith, Wellesley, Vassar; the uncle of one was Secretary of War under Franklin Roosevelt — plot such a thing? Most had advanced degrees and appeared cogent, bright, reasonable and good. How did these people rationally believe they could succeed with such vicious grandiosity? And why?
I dismissed it as academic-lounge air-castle-building. I continued with my new life in New York while my sister became famous publishing her books, featured on the cover of “Time Magazine.” “Time” called her “the Karl Marx of the Women’s Movement.” This was because her book laid out a course in Marxism 101 for women. Her thesis: The family is a den of slavery with the man as the Bourgeoisie and the woman and children as the Proletariat. The only hope for women’s “liberation” (communism’s favorite word for leading minions into inextricable slavery; “liberation,” and much like “collective” – please run from it, run for your life) was this new “Women’s Movement.” Her books captivated the academic classes and soon “Women’s Studies” courses were installed in colleges in a steady wave across the nation with Kate Millett books as required reading.
Imagine this: a girl of seventeen or eighteen at the kitchen table with Mom studying the syllabus for her first year of college and there’s a class called “Women’s Studies.” “Hmmm, this could be interesting,” says Mom. “Maybe you could get something out of this.”
Seems innocuous to her. How could she suspect this is a class in which her innocent daughter will be taught that her father is a villain? Her mother is a fool who allowed a man to enslave her into barbaric practices like monogamy and family life and motherhood, which is a waste of her talents. She mustn’t follow in her mother’s footsteps. That would be submitting to life as a mindless drone for some domineering man, the oppressor, who has mesmerized her with tricks like romantic love. Never be lured into this chicanery, she will be taught. Although men are no damned good, she should use them for her own orgasmic gratification; sleep with as many men as possible in order to keep herself unattached and free. There’s hardly a seventeen-year-old girl without a grudge from high school against a Jimmy or Jason who broke her heart. Boys are learning, too, and they can be careless during high school, that torment of courting dances for both sexes...
My teen daughter is dating a guy, he’s a nice kid. He comes over once or twice a week, and a couple of times just the two of them alone until one of us or another child gets home.
My daughter said something like “You must really trust him.”
“Ha! Trust him!? He’s a really nice boy, but he is STILL a 17-year old boy. I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him!”
She laughed.
“I DO trust you though.”
She gave me a hug!
Is she still sleeping around seeking one night stands (losing interest even when her partner asks for her phone number) or was that just to further demean her husband’s role and in the name of “science”?
Apparently she was getting off on cuckolding her 'old man'.
Oh NO..... I will NEVER believe that!!
Without morality people are just whacked out crazy looking for ‘something more’
She is pretty dirtbaggy herself
An acquaintance told me he knows a ‘woman’ who left her husband and 2 kids and now lives with 3 hispanic guys, all of whom she is doing.
I had (past tense) a friend who had grown up conservative, got a good stable job, married a good stable man with a job and was just starting a family. I hadn’t seen them in two or three years when they came to visit. What a change. Somehow the subject of cheating came up and neither of them saw any problem if the other cheated. That was the last time we saw them.
Her marriage failed long before this. It failed because she wanted children, her husband didn't and went and got himself a vasectomy.
These are the "minor" details that really need to be hashed out before rings ever get slipped over fingers.
That doesn’t surprise me. I feel bad for your acquaintance however. In “that” lifestyle, women actually set and make the rules. Most think it the guy(s) that are leading the way. Nope. It’s called “the lifestyle” and is firmly run by the women within it.
I’ve known couples like that. The psychology behind it all is amazing (not in a good way). I was invited to a party years back without the heads up of what kind of party it was. It was a swingers party. No one was pushy and there was nothing happening out in the open (unless you walked past a room with the door open). The thing I found most remarkable is I could tell the ones who had been at “that” for a while. The look in their eyes was, well, dead. No soul left. Sure, they were laughing and partying it up, but nothing seemed to satisfy them at that point. Like they burned themselves out sexually.
While I will admit to be intrigued by all of it, that is a dark lonely place those people seem to end up in.
Nasty!
As a woman, I see absolutely no correlation between sexual fulfillment and the fulfillment that comes with being a mother. They are not the same thing. You cannot replace the second with the first. The first is nice, but fleeting.
As a mother, I feel sorry for this woman.
LOL!
LOL!
What we were all thinking.
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