I read all about your club in the newspaper this morning.
I’m sure you’ve gotten all sorts of feedback from horny, fascinated teenagers to shocked and horrified religious types. Once upon a time I would have fallen into both of those categories, but today my reaction went something like this:
Honestly, I feel sorry for you. Clearly, you aren’t doing it right.
I’m not talking about the mechanics of orgasm, no doubt you have that down pat. I’m talking about intimacy, connection, sex that not only blows your mind, but touches your soul. Chasing after the next empty thrill seems like a pathetic alternative.
Perhaps it’s old fashioned to use the words “cheap and tawdry” but they fit. It’s cheap because it costs you nothing. It’s cheap because it is worth so little.
You can do better. You should expect more.
So here’s me, wishing you would raise the bar.