I’m super excited! In a few days, I’m going on a big trip to a country I’ve never visited before. By myself. I never travel alone. And I’m a little cagey about discussing it with friends and family, but it’s hard to travel to another continent without actually telling anyone. Who needs to know anything about it? And how do I explain it – to others, to myself?
So I try words on for size: some true, some potentially true, and some definitely not true.
“I’m going on a trip.”
“I’m going on a vacation overseas. No, Wolf isn’t coming.”
“Wolf is too busy with his thesis to do any travelling until it’s done.”
“It’s difficult for Wolf to travel these days, what with needing a blood test every two weeks.”
“He’s not interested in this destination. This trip is for me.”
“He can focus on the thesis and I get a break from it for a while.”
“I’m visiting a friend.”
“I have a girlfriend who’s living there.”
“I’m visiting a good friend.”
“I’ll be staying with my friend.”
“…my friend and his family.”
“I’m visiting my boyfriend.”
“…my lover.”
“…a dom.”
“…my dom.”
“…my Dom.”
“We met when I was studying overseas.”
“…online.”
“…through friends.”
“We met… around.”
“Oh yes, I’m taking advantage of a layover to visit some other friends on the way.”
“I planned this trip with a layover so en route I’m briefly visiting a friend, who recently declared that he loved me, and I’ve invited myself to crash at his house. Did I mention I once had a crush on him? And then I’m going to hang out with an ex-boyfriend.”
“Sightseeing? Well, I’m going to a couple of major places but otherwise just hanging out. I don’t really know where I’ll be — my friend is organizing everything. Yes, it’s very kind of him.”
“We’ve discussed the itinerary and my interests. There are a couple of things that we’re going to do because I want to, but otherwise I’m putting myself in his hands and just going along for the ride.”
“I’ve asked permission to do a couple of things, which he has told me that he’ll allow, but otherwise I expect to do as I’m told.”
“There will be local outings. There will be a flight. There will be leather cuffs. Not necessarily in that order.”
“I’m not sure where exactly we’re going, but it doesn’t really matter because the only scenery that’s guaranteed is interior. You know, hotel rooms.”
“I’m travelling thousands of miles for sex. Maybe. Definitely travelling, for maybe-sex. For Schrodinger’s sex.”
“I’m going on a sex vacation. The shows (every hour on the hour) include spankings, floggings, and fuckings, the climax is a climax and everyone screams. Kind of like a roller coaster, or a log ride. No, you don’t get a plastic cape if you sit in the splash zone.”
“Don’t expect me to post many photos to Facebook; the number of photos seems to be inversely proportional to the fun I’m having, or I take loads, get overwhelmed, and post none.”
“I don’t expect to post photos because I’ll mostly be hanging out with my friend.”
“…because we’ll probably be doing things where you wouldn’t post the photos to Facebook.”
“I might post photos, not on Facebook, but on my anonymous sex blog that you don’t know about, and they won’t be of scenery but of my reddened ass, inter alia. A connoisseur will be able to discern whether the marks are from a bare-hand spanking, a paddle, a flogger, a cane, a crop or a single-tail whip.”
“My husband is dropping me off at the airport. During my layover, I’m visiting a man who loves me and an ex-boyfriend. I’m going to get picked up on far side by my boyfriend… lover… Dom. Should be interesting.”
Sex Is My New Hobby 