post-Bedpost Confessions confessions

“The next Bedpost Confessions is happening this week.”

“I know, Jamie.  I’m bummed that I’ll be out of town.”

“Your commitment to chasing good music is one of the things I love about you, Sophie.  But yeah, our first BC experience was amazing.”

“Why did it blow us away so completely?”

“I don’t think we knew what to expect. A storytelling show about sex could be anything.”

“I have to confess—”

“Ha ha.”

“—sorry, lacking any other information, I worried that we would be bored.  I thought we would be more extreme, more privately interesting as you put it, than anybody else in the room.”

“Yeah, that lasted about two seconds.”

“Whatever worry I might have had about being too extreme or vanilla — and like you, I am fine with my tastes and range and don’t worry how I “rank” in the annals or land on the spectrum — melted away quickly.”

“Exactly. I don’t share a lot of the kink described in that room. But I didn’t feel particularly vanilla, either.  The fact that so many other people are having fulfilling sex lives makes me happy just in general.”

“The sense of community was overwhelming.  I was not vanilla or extreme.  I was not an outsider, or an insider. I was a fellow traveler.  We were all in one big sexual lifeboat together, as equals.  I am just a person, right where I should be, bobbing in the universal ocean. I have felt that way at times during my Burning Man experiences. I think you have felt it with music festivals.  That moment when your magnet soul knows just where to attach.”

“I was surprised by the power of the stories told onstage. I enjoyed the second speaker and his story of dating the younger woman. It was both sexy and real. It was almost like they knew we were coming.”

“I will also confess to feeling so, so smugly proud when my anonymous confession got read on stage.”

“Well, you are a writer, and writers like an audience.”

“It’s a very clever way to pull their audience in. At first I wasn’t going to write anything, but then I thought no, let’s honor the spirit of the thing. And I’m glad we did. Two supersluts having their virginal Bedpost Confessions experience. The world needed to know.”

“I enjoyed it more because you were with me. Not just the idea of having a date. It was a ‘you and me’ kind of thing.”

“I am now obsessed with having a confession read every time we go.  I have already written the next one: ‘After our first Bedpost Confessions, my girlfriend and I were so inspired that she took me home and demanded that I do violently cathartic things to her, to our intense mutual pleasure. Tonight we brought a date.”

“’Violently cathartic’? Sure. But did I get off, heavily and well, at the fact that you, a giving and talented lover with no need to abuse me, were doing it? One hundred percent.”

“Maybe it’s part inspiration, part generous bartender at that venue.”

“So who have you picked for a date?”

“Well, nobody.  I was trying to communicate that sense of overarching connection in a funny way.  But I don’t want to lie about it.

“Well, you never know what might happen.”

“That’s a topic for another conversation.  In the meantime, I am giving away the idea here, and we will have to think of something better to write the next time we go.”

“Which we definitely will do.”

“Definitely.”