Strange Rooms

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good morning good afternoon good evening wherever you are i hope you have blue skies a breeze on your back and sand between your toes welcome to the other lifestyle podcast i'm your host jason leave vanilla behind as we talk about strange rooms this show is for adults only we will talk about sex relationships the lifestyle and ethical non-monogamy in an honest way with lots of real talk. If you are under 18, stop fucking listening. Go away. Around here on the beaches of sexual freedom, consent, education, and good times, everyone is welcome. Lifestyle, vanilla, or the curious.

Whatever your gender, identity, expression, truth, or flavor, you are welcome here. I do my best to use inclusive language, though you may hear words like husband or wife or man or woman, to make my life simple. My email address is host at thatotherlifestyle.com. My website is thatotherlifestyle.com. Hey, hey, if you really like what I do and you want more, support the show directly by joining the afterparty at patreon.com slash thatotherlifestyle.

Or a cup of coffee send me a tip at buymeacoffee.com slash that other lifestyle 3 a.m past the witching hour past the point where the heathens are fucked and exhausted and passed out i sit in a strange room with strange lights watching a dance, naked, covered in glitter and neon runes. She blesses the water in her metal tumbler with a whispered mantra and offers me a sip. Her holy water is cool coming out of the rubber straw decorated with a pineapple. I watch her with wide eyes slumped over in an uncomfortable chair, half my wife's outfit beneath me.

The shaman moves like water falling, dancing to trance music in this hotel room, as this motley tribe of ravers, lovers, loners, and swingers lay spread across the beds in various stages of undress. Around the shaman, my other friend dances in a bright neon-yellow outfit. The shaman hands him her furry, bright green bear-shaped headdress with ears and giggles. We all giggle as he puts it on and continues dancing. My body is exhausted, and my feet hurt from hours of dancing and socializing, like a warrior forcing enlightenment through noxious, unforgiving substances and physical exertion.

I shift uneasy. The red claw marks down my back's sting, a parting gift from an enthusiastic woman looking for body heat, telling me goodnight. I'm covered in glitter, shimmering proof of soulful sparkles. My lips taste like sunscreen and chapstick from a different woman who enthusiastically told me goodnight, along with an invite to an orgy down the hall that I politely declined. I'm not in the mood for fuckery tonight. My dick wouldn't cooperate this late at night or early in the morning anyway. There are limits, dammit.

No, this night called for a quest that ended here, wrapped tightly in my own neon-colored cloak, holding me together, a mummy prepared for entombment and sleep. The shaman smiles and kisses me with chilly lips. She tells me how happy she is that I am still awake at 3 a.m., way beyond my normal time to crash out at events like this. Driven by the panic of a full moon, caffeine, and determination, I am curious what happens. In strange rooms at strange hours. Oh, I am here. You remember that song by Three Dog Night, Mama Told Me Not To Come?

Yeah, this is what he was singing about, these kinds of rooms. I wanted to live a little harder than usual tonight because I'm addicted to living. Addicted to living. I thought of that line in the elevator, and I made a note on my phone. It was a good line. I needed to save it. I had a lot of good lines on my phone that night. I have no idea what the hell any of them mean as I review them for this episode to share with everyone. I did not record the context of their creation, hoping that my memory would suffice, and it did not.

Only snippets that I'm remembering of where I was when I typed that. I know hours ago I made a note about fish glittering in the moonlight. I made another note about anal dilators. A business idea about sitting on my face and somehow to monetize that. A list of names, though curious if I was trying to record who I met because I only recognize half of those names. And what the fuck did Panama Jack-flavored forgiveness mean? Still confused by that.

A woman wearing a bright neon orange lingerie set sits on the edge of the bed next to me and asks me, what am I thinking about over here in my quiet chair? I tell her the truth. I tell her that we are collectively reenacting a ritual that is thousands of years old. It was not the answer she was expecting. I tell her that the firelight has been replaced by black lights and star projectors. That the cave is now a hotel room. Late at night, my brain tends to only speak in metaphors and narration. My social battery is exhausted by hours of being on.

I tell her how her friend dancing around the room in his little headdress and outfit is a kinchina dancer, gathering all of our spiritual energy together. And when he handed that furry animal headdress back to the shaman, that is him transferring the energy to the locus of life, the feminine becoming divine, empowered by the tribe. The shaman changed from a human to an elder nature spirit at that moment. By her face, the woman in the orange lingerie said, she was not expecting that answer at all.

Look, I came here to live, feed the addiction to life like I usually do when we go to risque parties, surrounded by friends, our tribe, strangers, moving through bright colors and house truths, flirting, choosing, being seen all to a thumping baseline. Listening to the little lies we tell ourselves about who we want to fuck and how we are all impervious to caring about who else is fucking. It was hard to miss me and my wife in our outfits that night. I felt eyes on us. I always had a knack for knowing when people are looking at me.

I always have a way of freaking them the fuck out when I stop and look back and smile. This little tribe, my friends, we are a manufactured tribe in a concrete building five stories above the beach, reenacting a ritual of communion that lives inside the genetic memory of all humans. Ancient whispers tell us how to dance all night, commune, take off our clothes, and watch. Ancient whispers tell us to look for community, social connection, find a tribe, find friends, gather, belong.

Ancient whispers that are easily drowned out by the modern, the hard, the steel, and the glass, the digital devices yelling back at us in shrill voices to disconnect from each other, toume ourselves into a fake world with fake comments and fake content. Do not gaze to the heavens and wonder. No, stare at the screen and go fucking numb. Me, I am alive that night. I am feeding this addiction to living. My zeal for life reaching a crescendo in silence surrounded by my friends, my tribe.

There was no bombastic announcement, no fireworks, just me mumbling that I have a weird life over and over again when someone asks me if I am good. I am good. I am floating free, watching the earth spin out beneath me. I tell the lady in the neon orange outfit sitting next to me that she knows we're all aliens, right? We're the others that people can't understand. She is confused and smiles and laughs away my comment. The vanilla world and hell and even some of our own swingers find it strange how we can come together and party and dance for no other reason than we can.

Walking into a night with no expectations beyond just snorting life, feeling the buzz, and crashing out. Someone planted a flag here on the beach, and we gathered around it to be heathens, to be free to live. For the past two nights, I've done all of that. Again, in Fort Walton Beach at Risque Luminous, I've lived harder for two days than most people do in six months. This past weekend, we went to Luminous in Fort Walton Beach. We go to all the risque events, but these are different. The ones over there in Florida, they hit different for me. And maybe it's the proximity to the ocean.

It's eternal and deep. Maybe it's the sand or the sun. I don't know, but it hits different.

Now granted, the parties in in baton rouge they are fucking wild and free and great not the same these parties in florida are almost holy for me because it was near this spot that they we have this party that my wife and i first talked about the lifestyle and going on this wild journey that led to that strange point in that strange room it happened a couple of miles from where we were that put that night for the party west a couple of miles at the road i nod at it every time we drive past that's it i just tell her remember that's the spot that's the spot that's the hotel where we have the conversation sitting on the beach years ago realizing how fucking lonely i was how disconnected i felt from others cold sand in december between my toes still remembering the bite of the wind that night and now my wife and i we return to shine and glow and vibe and live with others i am not as alone as alone as i was i have friends now alien friends I belong to a community, to a tribe, to others This is a pilgrimage for me Back to the place that mattered to my wife and I.

It is holy in a non-standard way. The hymns are EDM-flavored, the holy texts are shared pictures, and our Sunday best is straps and lingerie. And noticing who is missing from the congregation, There are seats next to you. There's an empty spot in your heart.

I am very happy we went to luminous personally i have been struggling with my writing and my stories struggling to articulate the thoughts in my brain i have thoughts i have blinky you know pictures in my brain but writing needs to be recharged every now and then and then a combination of it needs to be recharged by a combination of women with fuck me eyes trouble and fucking dare i say i was running out of things to say due to a particularly gnarly drought of lifestyle fun been struggling against the crushing weight of unemployment and job applications that shit'll get to you two thousand applications in and i can say hey i'm very well versed at being rejected now i need a luminous to recharge my soul and my voice and yeah missing people and the lifestyle it feels weird to say that we miss people i don't know why maybe it's just me maybe it's just I feel weird saying it.

It seems to imply some kind of connection that we shouldn't acknowledge. Most people keep all the connections in this at a surface level. It's nice when we run into each other, but after that night, they don't think about us at all until the next party. That word miss, M-I-S-S, is loaded. Miss has emotion behind it. Miss has power. To miss someone is to say they matter to you. They matter beyond just fucking them in a hotel room on a squeaky bed. To say you miss them is to acknowledge their existence beyond the confines of a party.

And to miss someone is to acknowledge that you care about them. So I'm getting better at saying it, getting better at saying that I do miss people, telling them that I miss them. Intentional acknowledgement. Go tell somebody you miss them today. Go do that. Tell them you're thinking about them, maybe wear their clothes off. I met a couple. They were a new couple to risque. I walked up, introduced myself, and I welcomed them to the fun, and we talked. They shared that this was their first party. I said, great, you picked a good one to go to.

They then shared that they wanted to go to a sex club. The woman had this incredibly cute, bashful grin on her face, like she is confessing a secret, blushing beneath the admission, thinking I, thinking that I may be judgmental or something? I don't know.

I told her we don't do sex clubs it's not our vibe her admission meeting my honesty and she looked at me i thought oh no no no go go have fun go fucking do it it's not the experience i want but i am always the quiet voice of encouragement her truth is the desire and i am here for it this couple shared that they were hesitant about this party because they were unsure what to expect i totally get that our very first takeover years ago i was hesitant though that might not be the right word and i can say it's probably the wrong fucking word let me give you the better words fucking nervous beyond rational thought anxiety ridden mess worried a lump of flesh uninformed in the heathen ways so many fucking questions what's going to happen what to expect who do we talk to do we dance what's the plan where do we park i'm not the only one who wants all these fucking answers and details before going somewhere new i know this and i plan on making a full breakdown of risque parties over on my YouTube channel for everyone.

We were very nervous for our first hotel takeover, so I empathize and sympathize with all the newbies. For that first one, we wanted friends to go with us and go, in air quotes, anchor people, comfort people. We tried to force it, and then we failed. It's a stark realization that people you fucked two weeks before the party ditch you. That was a mistake. We gave up on that shit for a long time, until we found our own tribe.

Look, it is human nature to want people next to us at these events, people we know, familiar faces to serve as an anchor for us, someone to stand next to to feel safe and warm and confident with their presence and then you know we can go off and flirt and mingle but they're still there holding that space for us i hear it all the time the concern people have asking who else is going who's going to be there part of this i will say part of this is determining if there's anybody there that they want to fuck ah but the other side the other side is brutally human and vulnerable because deep fucking down it's fear for all of our bravado for all of our technology for all of our hubris as lifestyle people right we are all still the kid on the first day of kindergarten scared and alone when our parents fucking leave we are all still humans huddled by the fire scared by the darkness beyond and the monsters we convince ourselves live there waiting for us to leave the safety of the light look the darkness is empty though there are no monsters out there but we fear it because it is empty.

We fear the possibility of having to survive and function on our own, be it in dark woods or a rave. There are whole fucking telegram chat groups out there that exist for the sole purpose of soothing this fear.

Courage is outsourced to a group, whole ecosystems of people who can't stand the idea of going somewhere new without an entourage to help them they need a hype squad orbiting them at all times packs of people that go everywhere together afraid to step outside afraid to be alone and seen clusters and clumps of insular cliques that see everyone as a threat to the group homogeny they believe themselves safe shoulder to shoulder on the edge of the dance floor cuddled over high top tables i see you motherfuckers standing at the edge of the light staring at the wild ones dancing fucking jealous of their bravery that same tribal instrument in instinct is a detriment in the lifestyle.

If you only converse and interact with the same people over and over again, you will never meet anyone new. If everyone has to be vetted and part of a special little group, then no one is special. You will miss out on so much because your lifestyle experience is being dictated by a tribal council versus you having control over what you do and who you are. Thank you. You will miss out on so much because your lifestyle experience is being dictated by a tribal council versus you having control over what you do and who you are. We've been going to Risk Gave for years. We were alone.

We went alone for a long time, for a big portion of it, until we did find a tribe of people that have become our friends. The kind of friends that you sit around with at 3 a.m. and just we found that no one handed it to us we walked into the darkness and found it and what we found with our motley band of heathens is way better than anything that someone else curated or created for us it takes a special kind of bravery to walk into an event and know no one to not not pre-plan adventures, not set anything up ahead of time, to just show up and say, hi, here I am. I respect anyone who does that.

I have made people who will name drop the various chat groups and tribes and communities that they owe allegiance to, that they're a part of. Like, their participation is validation to me. It's not. I don't fucking care what groups people are in. Whoever runs those groups is not me, and I will form my own judgment about people. And you should, too. Use these parties and events as a chance to meet new people. Find a tribe on your own that is not defined by the validation of others. I did meet someone new at Luminous. Happy to say it happened. This dude made my night.

Gary, Glenn, Caleb, fuck me, I am back with names. I remember his face and what he was wearing and what his wife looked like she had on a pink dress that kind of looked orange depending on where she was standing. I was at that certain point in the night where names will not stick at all. Really cool dude. He heard about the party on my show, and they decided to check it out. I hugged him. While we were talking, a woman with a light-up butt plug drew a penis on my arm with a blacklight marker. So happy to meet him.

Happy he found us that night, and I hope he got lucky, and I hope we cross paths in quieter places again. For these events, the party, the energy starts before the sun even sets. There's this frantic energy that I feel to get to the hotel room, drop off luggage, check your makeup, and then find people. Find clusters of humans on the beach or by the pool to interact with.

Some are driven by the need to size up the crowd or their competition others want to fucking relax as soon as possible all of this energy is driven to a single point people wanting to be seen chosen connect now to save effort later if they can line up a fuck buddy for later hey it takes off the pressure right have all the conversations about styles and testings and desires now by the pool holding a, holding a margarita, schedule some shit. All of that condensing down to a singularity. At these parties, makes the come down after an event fucking brutal.

This week, I am burned out socially and mentally. I don't have much to give, and I am slow to respond to any text message. It's a lot of exertion to go to these parties. It is a lot of fucking dancing for one thing. And I will dance. I will dance now. I am not good at it, but when a beautiful woman in a fishnet bodysuit waves at you, you fucking dance. When you walk across the dance floor and suddenly, oh hey, there's a surprise ass against you, you dance with them. Oh, I'm sorry, that's never happened to you before. Then get the fuck out on the dance floor. Find the knot of humans.

I promise there is a knot and stand there. A blonde woman with bright blue eyes who smells like coconuts and happiness will come dance with you. She will smile at you and you will melt. She will give give you one happy minute of dancing and then she's going to bounce away and find another person to move rhythmically with i promise she's out there at every single party yeah dancing wears a person the fuck out the late nights oh these contribute as well when we come home after these parties, colors are muted.

The crushing reality of life sets in, like the drag after going to a theme park for a week. The soul screams, I want to go back to my happy place with all the people and all the music and pretty people. I want to do another hit of living. Don't make me go back to normal bullshit. And me, oh boy, Monday morning, it's time to apply for more jobs. As a divine counterweight to women espousing their attraction to me at Luminous, I had an interview scheduled for Monday morning, and it was canceled. My application rejected an hour before. No fucking reason at all.

And as more divine providence and counterweight, and I can't figure out why, had an interview this morning, and it goes to me so yeah that sucks it's like a woman flirting with you all night long at a party and then she goes off and fucks someone else the reaction is the exact same holy fuck there is wild synergy in these situations here and speaking of the dance floor there is a magical moment on the dance floor when you arrive and your tribe of people is there your friends are going to cheer i live for that moment of being wanted being accepted the fear of being alone is gone and i am embraced there are regulars at risque and we all know each other and these are going to be the regulars who are cheering we all know each other because we all go to the parties my wife and i have ascended to the ranks of regulars somehow and you ever wonder how some people can walk into these events or go to a cruise or a resort or something and they just happen to know everyone it's because they're regulars and they know the other regulars exposure exposure breeds familiarity if you go to a sex club enough everyone's going to know what your dick looks like no one is intentionally excluding you at these events they just don't know you and how do you become a regular go back go to the next one walking into an event brand fucking new is terrifying i know this i spent friday and saturday night introducing myself to newbies it's not that i want to fuck them i want them to feel welcome to all the regulars of events out there or cruises or resorts or parties whatever make new people feel welcome so many times new couples show up no one talks to them that leaves a bad taste in their mouth and they never come back our ecosystem of businesses and the lifestyle thrives on new couples new couples become regulars when the regulars welcome new couples oh but Jason they have to put themselves out there just stopping stop being wall flowers it's on them yeah I've heard this and I don't like it I will not be a dick to a new person just because they are quiet and nervous I will make an effort to say hello to everyone I've only ever had one person make a stink face at me for doing this and guess what I didn't fucking talk to them again they're lost because i'm awesome regulars of any event should be doing this leave the protection of the cliques and be social answer people answer their questions give them a reason to come back yes there are people who will be very nervous at the large man in a neon cloak walking over to them with resting murder face and I totally freaked out one lady she was so cute and I feel so bad for this when I walked up and I said hi and she turned and looked at me and her first question was am I in trouble this made me a little sad and reminded me that I am fucking terrifying looking sometimes I probably need to recruit a cute woman to do the socializing with me to like lead the way and break the ice anyway Here we go.

that I am fucking terrified and looking sometimes. I probably need to recruit a cute woman to do the socializing with me to like lead the way and break the ice. Anyway, this is how a community grows. Regulars welcoming newbies. It's not recruitment through a chat group someone determining if people are worthy to join based on their standards. People who are brave enough to show up. That's good enough for me. Someone did this for us at some point of welcoming us. Now I want to pass this along. Belonging to a tribe at risk A helps me feel more human, and we all need to feel more human.

Belonging to the lifestyle helps me feel like I matter in some way to the void out there. There are little beats of life that i just love getting summoned to join a picture with friends holding an elevator door open for a cute woman and she wiggles her butt in thanks i know a lot of this doesn't matter to most people but it matters to me because i notice them a friend painting her fingernails my favorite cover color wanting to send a drunk text at 11 o'clock at night to tell someone, hey, I miss you. Tell them to come to the party, drive the three fucking hours over here.

We will still be partying by the time you get here. Being very confused by a woman that I have met three times before, and she was wearing a wig, and I did not fucking recognize her. My brain went completely whack-a-doodle. That's the technical term for it because face not match hair. Anyway, we went to play mini golf with her and her husband the next day. That was a fucking blast. Three of us got holes in one. The other dude did not. Which just means we're going to have to do it again so we can try to get one.

Decided to mix tequila and Red Bull into a wonderful concoction that I like to call barbarian fuel because I needed to keep partying. And when people try it, they make the stank face. And there was this awesome, stunning redhead with amazing tattoos demanding that I do shots with her.

I was peeling neon stickers off my body to share them with people who didn't have enough neon i can't remember names for shit but i can remember the way a woman laughs when she hugs me and that is beautiful that feeling of belonging that we are all weird and special in our own ways that we all want to fuck around with each other sure we all live on the margins of polite society i love that i want that people want that no matter how misanthropic they appear to be and it's really funny at these hotel parties takeovers wherever we are be it luminous or pulsify or any other parties i can always tell who is spicy and who is vanilla in the common areas if there's ever any overlap spicy people are going to talk in the elevators we will strike up whole ass conversations between floors vanilla people they're going to stare dead ahead at the doors as soon as those doors open they take off running don't talk to the vanillas they don't want anything to do with us that sense of belonging feels rare to me because i have lived without it i never had a lot of friends growing up i never really felt like i belonged to a tribe and fuck me y'all know i can't play sports so that wasn't an option fun fact in high school i was voted most school spirited the fuck that?

I've always had a knack for rallying people and carrying a banner or, as one of my friends in high school suggested, they ran out of all the good awards and they just needed to give you something to make you feel special. I don't know which one is true.

I don't even think my high school has reunions or if they do they've never actually invited me i know i belong at risque at luminous paul's five the parties in baton rouge i feel that i belong to this community i like it my wife likes it i have met people who feel like they don't belong in the lifestyle community at all like they aren't real swingers or they don't do enough to qualify for entrance into the club. And that's usually the result of another person being an asshole to them. See my point about judging the worth of others to join their little groups.

I have met people who want to gatekeep the lifestyle from others, making them jump through hoops of participation to maintain their status. I have met people who judge others for the way they do the lifestyle, like they're the only valid arbiters of our collective experience. I have met people who try to force others into a set box of experiences in the lifestyle. Their way is the only way to do this.

At Riskay and other events, I gravitate towards this, and I talk about this on my show for like, Sry spirits and mardi gras 2028 coming up everyone is welcome at these events as long as you respect the tenets of the lifestyle consent body positivity and sex positivity you are welcome no matter you're welcome in these events no matter how you choose to participate the polyamorous the ravers the bisexuals the asexualaps, the orgy, the kinky, whatever else is out there. You're all welcome. There are no arbiters here enforcing their ideals on you.

And I really wonder what the arbiters of good taste would think about our 3am ritual. There was no sex that night. It was just people sitting around vibing. My buddy often jokes that it's way easier to tell people that we had an orgy versus what we actually do in these rooms. My wife opened her birthday presents. We talked for hours. We had snacks. We as a tribe of humans did what felt good and right and natural in that moment. There was no grand finale of feral furious fucking.

We all just kind of slowly drifted back to our respective hotel rooms and went to bed but for a few hours we belong to each other this act of belonging is not dramatic there will be no grand parade in your honor no one will cheer when you finally decide to leave your hotel room and head upstairs to the party i might though i totally fucking might cheer for every single person that i see walk across my path. I have. Belonging means the tiny absurd moments of life. Not dramatic, but they mean something. They mean something in the lifestyle because this is the way we create bonds.

We create that sense of belonging with each other. And if you go into this, if events are treated like vending machines people are going to miss out on so much if they go to events deciding that the only acceptable way to measure a night is if they get laid they will be disappointed when they press b3 and they don't get to come oh i didn't get laid at this party i'm never going back i didn't fulfill my fantasy of getting railed by four guys dressed as cleopatra. I know a lot of event promoters. And here is the truth. And they can't actually say this, but I can.

Because I'm a dickhead with podcasts. It is not the event's fault that you don't get fucked. No event out there ever is going to promise or guarantee that someone will have sex with you.

sure that shit is illegal or a scam the deck can be stacked in your favor with playrooms and sexy ambiance and even party games that mimic fellatio but there's never a guarantee the first time you attend a hotel takeover don't try to get laid have fun enjoy it feel out the vibe feel out the environment don't focus on getting fucked come back the second time the second time that's when you try to get lucky think of it the first run is just a test drive the second one is when you know you actually know what the fuck is going on go a third and a fourth time eventually you're going to find your own tribe of misfits miscreants and heathens to welcome you into their strange room at strange hours if that's what you're looking for i still remember our first brisket party it was mardi gras themed there was a woman i made eye contact with in a bar before the event who then complimented complimented my arms later that night in the sexiest way imaginable another woman called me a sexy fucker on the hallway and kissed me the room was hot the ballroom was so hot that night and my wife and i were very overdressed for the occasion and we were ditching clothes every hour and that night i helped carry someone back to their room and then i kissed his wife little bits of life that always seemed to happen that that i love these were my first hits of living, and I got hooked.

Now we go to these parties knowing what to expect, and I'm still surprised. We go to these parties with our tribe around us, and I'm still looking for newbies to welcome. We dress up in the wildest costumes we can find because we fucking can. Our vestments to honor the space, the wild congregation shifting beneath the flashing lights. I sat there that night for a few hours watching this strange ritual. No one else understanding my rambles but me. That's fine, I totally get it. Told them that a scene inspired me to write an episode, this episode, about it.

The rooms we find ourselves in, welcomed into, late at night, with smiles and hugs.

The rooms rooms where eon old rituals are enacted by the clumsy and the confused and me taking another hit of life with a big-ass smile thank you for listening and tuning in every week make sure you tell a friend about the show thank you to my life to my wife who is on this wonderful journey with me thank you to my patrons jen chris and kristin you are amazing wonderful fucking people and i appreciate you so much if you want to support the show directly give bonus content writings musings something to make you smile join at patreon.com slash that other lifestyle if you want to reach out ask a question suggest a topic tell me i'm awesome tell me i suck i don't care send me an email at host to host at that other lifestyle.com my website is thatofthelelifestyle.com and you can send me a tip if you want at buymeacoffee.com slash thatofthelifestyle.

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