From Behind Our White Picket Fence Week 191
By Freddy and Eddy
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Summer 2009, Farewell.
It’s been over five years since we’ve realized the vast potential of a SoCal summer. After closing our retail store, however, and with our financial situation stabilizing in late June (thanks to a retirement savings account we cashed in), we ventured into that cheapest of LA Westside entertainment offerings – the beach. More in particular, the Venice Beach breakwater at the end of Windward Ave. We dusted off our surfboards, piled ourselves into our purple Tacoma, found cheap parking (four bucks before 9am in the lot at the end of Venice Blvd.), and began the process of reacclimatizing ourselves to the joys of wave riding, sun tanning, and homemade peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and other 99-Cents Store snack treats to get us through the day.
The surprising part of the summer story, though, was the opportunity brought on by the economic downturn for our son to hook up with friends all over our neighborhood. The financial tightening caused most parents to either cut down on their kids’ summer activities or skip them altogether, providing a wealth of opportunities for get-togethers of all sorts, especially for our son. Thus, on any given day, we’d find ourselves hitting the surf early morning, then watching our son head out on his bike to find other friends with which to play. It’s almost as if the clock was turned back and our overly protective ways were given over to the more organic activities present in our own childhoods. “Go out and play,” that oft-repeated phrase our mothers drilled into our collective psyche had resurfaced into our vocabulary. As a bonus, we parents began hanging out a great deal more, resulting in BBQ’s almost every night, cocktails flowing and friendships beyond soccer leagues forming as our kids tasted independence (and gave us ours).
The point of all this is that, under the surface, we as parents are slowly watching life post-kids barreling toward us like so many waves at the Venice Breakwater. No matter how many we paddle under, around, or over, inevitably, one will overpower us and win in the end. Such is the case with parenting. We create them, teach them, and eventually they find their own way, leaving us to chart our own path through our remaining years. This is what is happening now; our son is turning eleven soon and his previous ten years have passed as if sneezing along the highway and missing an exit. As things go when we age, time seems to accelerate and we anticipate his remaining years under our roof will be gone in a blink, leaving us to plot our own course forward. Though we can’t anticipate exactly how that course will play out, we can at least grow our independence back as our son develops his forward.
This applies to our sex life, as we have seen opportunities for passion present themselves along with this transition/growth phase in our son. It’s almost as if some unspoken agreement has formed among our parent circles, each of us taking turns hosting bunches of kids to give the others time alone – hopefully to find a bit of bedroom fun in the process. In our case, we’ve taken advantage of these newfound sexual opportunities with a vengeance. Whether it’s a quickie while they’re off getting a Costco hot dog down the street or playing video games up the street, we try not to pass up any chance to sneak in an orgasm. Hopefully, our fellow parents are doing the same.
So farewell, summer 2009. We’ll finish you with our annual journey to Burning Man, then usher our kids into school and flick the switch back to working our way through the world’s realities.
Weekly Sex Tip: Consider the sexual mood you are trying to set. Are you going for a frenetic night of animalistic abandon in a club atmosphere? Or a slightly mysterious, titillating French brothel from the 20s? Or a cozy lair, comfortable enough to make even the most uptight let go of their inhibitions? What lights you use, and how you use them will depend on the sexual tone you are trying to set. Home Depot or other such home improvement stores usually carry different color light bulbs (or get creative using gels found at art supply stores).
Sex Fact: Turn up the heat – in EVERY way. The hotter the room, the fiercer the orgasm. Vasocongestion, or the heat flush on your skin, is akin to blushing from sex.
Fetish of the Week: Did you love the movie Boxing Helena? If so, you probably have the fetish known as Teratophilia, the sexual to deformed or monstrous people. One version of Teratophilia is acrotomophilia, sexual to amputees. Considerable commercial and amateur erotica is apparently targeting people with such a sexual . Persons attracted to amputees in particular are said to be engaging in amputee fetishism.
Sexy Sounds: We can’t get enough of Jesca Hoop’s wonderful debut, Kismet, an eclectic collection of thoughtful songs easy on the ears and mind (“Murder of Birds” and “Love and Love Again” are two of our favorite tunes, individually, of 2008). Air is an electronic music duo (Nicolas Godin and Jean-Benoit Dunckel) whose debut album Moon Safari established their cool, breezy funk-meets-60’s Euro-bachelor pad as a template paving the way for such artists as Zero 7 and Royksopp. And while we love their first release, it’s third album Walkie Talkie we love when the lights go down and we’re in the mood. With melancholy (and under rated) tracks like “Mike Mills” and “Alpha Beta Gaga” to surround Lost in Translation’s signature song, “Alone in Kyoto,” this is the Air collection that’ll pull you closer together and amidst the candlelight.
Freddy and Eddy – aka Ian and Alicia Denchasy – can be reached via e-mail at freddy@freddyandeddy.com.
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