Since all the other kink bloggers are dissing “50 Shades” (and not without good reason), I thought I’d take to opportunity to up my coolness factor and not write about it.
We have some friends who are decidedly conservative, and who sometimes spare no opportunity to chide me on what they are sure will be my differing opinion on some topic at hand. So, the
bait comment at dinner the other night wasn’t completely unexpected.
“So, I’ll bet you and Mrs. Edge are going to see that new movie, the 50 Shades thing, aren’t you?”
“Pffft, bunch of amateurs,” I snorted. “I’m waiting for an interesting movie to come out.”
She looked briefly at (a suddenly stonefaced) Mrs. Edge for support, found none, and back at me. Then she closed her eyes and shook her head. “Oh my God, figures you’d say something like that,” she muttered, and speared another cheese cube.
I can’t figure out if they imagine we’re much kinkier than we actually are, or if they’re so clueless about sexuality that they can’t imagine what we get up to. Mrs. Edge and I have decided that our friends probably don’t even have sex anymore, so maybe it doesn’t even matter.
Personally, I suspect that we keep getting invited to parties just so they can have someone to talk about later on.
I don’t know if this couple is actually kinky, but she certainly looks like she’s being protective of her property.