Did you at least share a smoke with her when you were through, Jessica?

Oh oh! And batteries. Or did she have a “very impressive” extension cord? (I’m. Totally sorry. I really am. Its, like, 3am and I’m loopy from theanine and melatonin).

Jessica, I was once hired by an Adult Bookstore in Portland (pre web days) to create a dildonics system. (yes, it’s a legit term) to sync with their videos in the private booths. I had recently come off a few years of heavy religious beat-down, and felt that lovely guilt haunting me with every solder joint and feedback sensor “test”.

I shared my fear and trepidation with the COO of the book store (yes, that place had a full management team). He did the only thing a smart insider could: he explained that a lot of people aren’t coupled. Many might never be. And even when you are, keeping an inspired sex life without compromising your relationship(s) sometimes benefits from experimentation.

He then took me to the monitors for the closed circuit cameras, and showed me a slice of who dropped into the store.

A handful of well known and very successful locals. Some alone. Some with spouses. A smattering of our high level Public Servants. A handful of military vets coming off god knows what PTSD hell. Then a flow of people who looked like those described in the classic Armour hot dog jingle.

That was 1991. We still haven’t gone to hell in a hand basket.

I’m better now. And I sincerely appreciate you sharing your insights and experience here. Always enlightening. Sometimes mind blowing.