Hot towel?

Details had a sort of disturbing article recently (both in subject and coverage) of "Mandingo Parties" where white swingers pay to have parties where black men have sex with their wives. I'm all for letting your freak flag fly, but this leaves me with a feeling of "ew." Maybe its my sense of commitment in relationships, or the underlying self-delusion and ultimate self-destruction of this practice, or it may be just my own body facism as the people involved look like Boss Hog and Kathy Bates inviting the hired hand in for a romp. In any case, Pam has an interesting deconstuction of the story and comment on the phenomenon over at Pam's House Blend (always steamin').

If you are looking for a coffee break and a thoughtful appraisal of a sexual sub-sulture, give it a read.

And since this post is slightly sexual anyway, perhaps you'd like a pearl necklace.

No really.

Will there be t-shirts reading "I got all high and naked at a gay circuit party and all I got was a pearl necklace."?

Via the FAGAT Guide.



Hot towel?