Consider that item checked off

I went to a sex club last night.

It's not just that it was gross (it was) or contrived (it was), it was mostly just boring. In fact, it's probably the most boring club experience I've ever had in my entire life, and given my long-term residence in Sacramento and Davis, that's saying an awful lot.

Perhaps I'm jaded, but there truly wasn't anything new under the sun. Nor was there anything particularly sexy or creative. Posturing, whacking off, and boring sex ruled the day. In fact, unless you have a rather invested kink in voyeurism or exhibitionism, there really is no lure. The hyper-sexualized crowd is pretty much a big joke, living off the shock value of antiquated taboo topics. Polyamory, BDSM, and the like seem pretty silly when elevated to this level. Get a fucking hobby already. Oy.

*yawn*

***And for the record, I didn't participate, there was absolutely no appeal whatsoever. But we did look fabulous and there will be pictures as soon as I get them via email.***