Last night, one of my good friends and I were talking about our 20s and how different it'd be if we could be the people now in our 20something bodies, in particular, the renaissance faire. We both worked it for many years. We were both a little shy, and I in particular was reserved due to...issues. This thread of nostalgia led right into the opportunities we missed because of our inability to make moves. We'd laugh about awkward moments on our behalf, how our timidness tended to control us more than we liked, because the faire was a place where rampant sex was available. Hell, I used to work in a pagan booth that had orgies
every night, but choose to leave once my shift ended because there were a couple of gay guys in that booth who looked to recruit straight guys, and more older, horny women than I was comfortable with, even though there were some attractive younger women. I felt the cons outweighed the pros, and didn't even linger around once to see what might happen. Not that I would have engaged in anything, but it would have been interesting to know what actually did happen in the booth at night, instead of turning tail and bolting. Being comfortable was a key factor in any sexual scenario back then. Ah, youth.
As my friend and I were listing the opportunities, he mentioned Rosie. "Rosie? Why would you mention her?" "Because I think she was looking". We got into this debate, one that I bring to this community. This is a long post that will remain behind a cut because why the hell would most of you care? There is sexuality in this post ( Collapse )