As many of you know, I have been a member of the swinging scene for many years, both informally (serial dating on PoF) and formally (swinging / hookup websites)
For me at least it is true that I got more cunt on PoF than I did during the same time period via swinging, but then again I was looking for the same thing, 1 on 1 with a skank, if I was looking for 3/4/moresomes, then of course the numbers would be different.
What is different on swinging sites is all the “methinks the lady doth protest too much” regular comment about “safe sex” by which people mean wearing a condom for penetrative sex in the cunt or ass, but not for a blow job etc.
You get the usual and expected gamut, from single guys trying to get laid by expressing outrage and shock at a purported wimminz who asked to be fucked bareback, of course our hero refused, because he cares about his health, through similar stories from da wimminz, from couples, etc etc etc.
I posted a message on the swinging forums to the effect that it was interesting that my profile stated that I intended to fuck any potential meet in all three holes, and would not be using a condom, but would be dumping a load, that I had had loads of meets with “single” wimminz, that as far as I could recall every single one of them had a “no glove no love” thing on their profile, and that I could tell you for a fact the subject of condoms never ever arose at the meet itself.
Instant flame war and sooner than you can say “FUCK ME” the thread was locked and then deleted.
There are still a small proportion on there that advertise the fact that they prefer bareback, but by and large they are publicly shunned by everyone else, and privately, well, they get meets.
It was easy to mindfuck the safe sex advocates, if you believe the condom works to protect you, then it should not matter to you if I had bareback sex with 99 sluts a day for the last year, it doesn’t matter what I caught, because the condom will protect you, this is why you want the fucking condom, this is the psalm you sing.
Of course this doesn’t go down well either, because the truth is somewhat different, the truth is that it is couples and FB couples and those others in some form of MF relationshit, the purpose of the condom is to prevent any other M from depositing sperm in that particular F, so provided it doesn’t get made public and that particular M doesn’t get to hear about it, it’s all good.
So people like me are like walking into a secret paedo convention naked with a 6 year old impaled on my cock, the moral outrage and indignation is a thing to behold.
Guys mainly like condoms because they don’t trust wimminz for contraception.
Wimminz mainly like condoms because they can have their cake and eat it and claim the internal dumping of sperm is the special bonding thing we have going on bro… those other cocks are just cocks, *you* dump cum in me.
I also ride motorcycles, and particularly with northern latitude bikers, the full set of leathers and boots and gloves and helmet is the condom.
You’ll get english bikers riding down to spain in the summer and literally sweating their bollocks off inside their leathers, but hey, at least they are safe and protected, leather = safe riding just like condoms = safe sex.
I’ll hold my hand up here and say I have ridden harleys in sneakers, shorts, tee shirt and fuck all else, hell, I have ridden harleys wearing sneakers and a toga and fuck all else.
Here in the UK it’s usually cold enough or wet enough that I actively enjoy the added layers of leather and padding, pinkies wrapped up in sea boot woolen socks inside proper leather boots, hand snug in pukka gore tex gauntlets.
Come summer, fingerless gloves, jeans, sneakers, jacket only partially zipped, and all the bikers start taking the piss, it’s not safe sex dude, you’re a fucking idiot and an organ donor in waiting.
Yonks ago a car maker introduced a concept car at a motor show and branded it the safest car in the world, the bodywork was made of glass, and there was a large sharpened spike in the middle of the steering wheel pointing straight at the driver’s chest, a volvo with crumple zones and 99 airbags is of course safe sex H^H^H^ driving.
Leaving aside for a moment the hilarity of a 20 something guy in a bike spares shop taking the piss out of the organ donor customer wearing fingerless gloves and blue jeans, can anyone say customer relations?
Sure, I have fallen off motorcycles a time or two in my life, I think five times in total, I’m not sure, but I am still here all in one piece which should give some indication that said exit stage left’s were all at fairly low speeds, similarly I have caught the odd std from time to time, tricho, chlam and herpes simplex, once each, though of course herpes is here to stay, but again I caught them all at fairly low speeds, eg while in some sort of ongoing relationshit.
I’m not claiming for an instant that one guy done up with 2000 bucks worth of carbon fibre leather body armour is no more protected than a guy wearing jeans and sneakers when facing the same spill / accident / incident, clearly the dressed up guy is far more protected.
I am claiming that a guy in an open face helmet or no helmet and a tee shirt is not going to be doing 120 mph in the rain, whereas the kitted up biker can do it with impunity.
So you’re probably looking at the organ donor stupid biker having a 40 mph spill, but the kitted up road knight having a 70 mph spill, and suddenly things are not so clear cut any more.
With my no condom rule I did extremely well STD wise, because there were a lot of wimminz I just did not want to stick my cock into.
There also analogies to sex with a condom being like taking a bath with your clothes on, and riding a motorcycle in summer all kitted up being like taking a bath with your clothes on.
I have to resort, once or twice a year, to finding some very quiet out of the way place to ride up and down for a minute or two with no helmet on if I want to actually listen to all the mechanical noises coming from the bike to catch any early warning signs of wear etc.
Life is too short to tell you all the stories I know of bikers with full face helmets and earplugs under them or ipod choonz, and car drivers with the stereo blaring, who “suddenly” and “with no warning” break down and coast to the side of the road, and then face a 2k repair bill for all the stuff that has been blown to pieces because they never heard anything.
The trouble is, you cannot separate “protecting yourself” from “insulating yourself”, by definition the two are intertwined and cut from the same piece of cloth, put me in Fallout 4 and console in “tgm” and I’ll stroll into anything on survival mode and just keep plugging away until the baddies are all dead, hell, I may even nuke my own ground zero for shits and giggles, it don’t matter, I’m protected and insulated from the consequences, pop me into Mosul at night where there are no re-runs and game over is death and there are more ways of getting dead than there are of not, I’m firing up the fucking GPS to find the fastest way outta there in sneak mode.
It’s a problem we have with society, you cannot avoid risk without also insulating yourself away from life, and the more you insulate yourself away from life, the more out of touch with reality you get, and the more out of touch with reality you get, the worse the decisions you make.
motorways are by far the safest roads we have for one simple reason, 99% of the time there is no oncoming traffic and no turning traffic, you only have to watch the russian dash cam videos to see what a huge difference eliminating oncoming traffic makes to road safety.
Here in the UK we have “A” roads which may be anything from the road outside my house up to a dual lane carriageway with a central barrier or reservation, and B roads which are always single lane each way, but are sometimes so narrow as to have “passing places” where traffic in opposing directions can pass, to “unclassified” roads which are basically little more than tracks, in a van you will have grass growing in the middle of the road and both wing mirrors hitting the hedges… or urban streets
Most of the “pedestrian vs vehicle” fatalities happen on unclassified roads, most of the vehicle vs vehicle collisions are either “give way” lights or junctions or right turn across oncoming traffic, with a smattering of “lane discipline” ones where people cut across designated lanes to make an exit.
In town I will rarely get above 30 mph on a motorcycle, in traffic it is all first and second gear work, and low engine RPM at that, and frankly speaking those are not the “dangerous” speeds, sure, you can break bones and get fucked up, but there is a good chance everyone will limp away relatively unscathed.
Accidents *tend* to be of the sort where someone says ohfucknothecuntisn’tgoingtoOHSHITTHEY ARe BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE and you still hit each other, but you have shed much of the speed, so by definition of you’d been going slower you could have shed all the speed.
Not many are of the sort where you only manage to shed 10% of your speed, those are usually the fatalities.
This is a guy called David Holmes dying.
He was all kitted up, armoured leathers, gloves, boots, full face helmet.
He was also doing 100 mph across junctions, an A road, where the speed LIMIT is 60, and he was doing 97 when he hit, in a vehicle that we all know is only one third the size of a car and so one third as visible.
Yes, the car driver fucked up, yes, the car driver got prosecuted, and yes, David Holmes is still dead.
At 97 mph Mr Holmes would have needed around 400 feet to react and brake to a stop, at 40 mph, two thirds of the speed LIMIT, assuming he eased off for a junction, reaction and stopping distance is reduced to 100 feet.
Hell I’m a biker and I’m the first to admit that until a biker coming towards you is nearly upon you it is *real* hard to guess their oncoming speed from a quick momentary glance, which is all anyone doing a right turn (in a left side country) actually fucking does, because 99.99% of the time a momentary glance is all it takes.
Mr Holmes would not be any deader if he had the same accident in sneakers and jeans and a tee.
But, this isn’t always the case
It’s the twat riding with his legs spread a mile away from the pegs that eventually drops it, asshole still walks away from it though, no oncoming, no sudden bone breaking organ bursting deceleration.
I can remember my early riding years and a then old bike gave me some safety advice.
“try not to hit anything”
I heard an old pilot give a young pilot similar advice, try not to hit the ground.
And of course this is what all the car manufacturers know, the volvo with all the safety features, and 99.9% of those safety features are about the vehicle hitting something.
If the biker in the last clip had hit a 6″ kerb at that speed it would be game over, or a road sign post, or a tree, the armour won’t make a difference, as Mr Holmes discovered the hard way.
The guy in the last clip wasn’t about insulating away risk and reality, they were on an adrenaline rush and looking for the intoxicating rush of risky reality, and they got it, and did not learn the lessons, because everyone walked away.
But the were on an adrenaline rush *because* in every other area of life risk and reality are all nicely insulated away, and that sucks man, that’s lame man, that’s boring man, so lets go out and have some fucking fun.
I can safely categorise every single one of my motorcycle spills as “something I was not expecting to happen happened, and I did not have enough time or space or reactions to catch it before it went south”
And I am still here in one piece because all those things happened at low speeds.
Mr Holmes and the punk above are examples of what happens when that happens at high speeds.
Beyond that, one of them hit something and died, one of them did not hit something and did not die, and being honest about it, that was the crucial factor, not the gear.. the punk in the last video would *probably* have had less road rash and blood lost, but equally he *might* have been worse injured, skin smears off, leathers might grip, next thing you flip wrong, brachial plexus lesion and an arm that will never work again, it’s a gamble.
One did 100 mph into oncoming traffic with a junction, one did 100 mph in same direction traffic with no junction.
Like my protestations in the swinging forum that I fucked loads of wimminz who all had safe sex only on their profile, and condoms were never even mentioned, saying this shit to bikers or cops or road traffic guys has the same effect.
You get shouted down real fucking quick.
You get then told about fred, who dies in circumstances that *prove* that what you just said about “don’t hit anything” are wrong, and the ranks close.
You get the same thing in society and finance, do not hit a fucking financial wall where your outgoings exceed your incomings, hard to do when you live on credit, you can cut back on smoking and drinking and heating, but you can’t cut back on interest payments.
I’m insulated from risk and reality with my insurance policies and my tracker loan and the emergency credit card tucked away in my sock drawer.
I have all the gear and wear it all religiously and do everything right, so I have protection and I am protected, unlike these crazy fucks who go around financially naked with no credit rating to their name.
Until you hit something, financially, and it’s the hitting that will fuck you up, anything above a very low speed impact and life changes as you know it, or ends as you know it.