Two Years, One Mic, and a Ship Full of Secrets

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Speaker1: 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 am your host, Jason. Leave vanilla behind as we talk about two years. This show is for adults only. We will talk about sex, relationships, the lifestyle, genitals, and lots of fun things, ethical non-monogamy, in a very honest way, because I don't use Use Coded Language. Lots of real talk. If you were under 18, this is your only warning to go find a different show right now. 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, 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 keep things simple. You want to connect, you can send me an email to host at that other lifestyle. Go to STDHero.com, the website. Use my promo code TOL15 for 15% off your order. Just a little tip. If you go to Amazon, you don't get to use the discount code. Testing takes a community to make a difference, so go get STI tested and be safe out there. For the best lifestyle parties, check out RiskeLifestyleParties.com. We love their vibe, attitude, and always have fun, and I promise you will too. Hello. A week ago, the inky void pressed down upon the aft deck of a cruise ship, its raging charge of existential erasure being beaten back by bright souls surrounding me. Here are the wild things vibed, the lost boys and girls charging with full abandon towards the second star to the right and straight until morning. Three hundred people danced, lived, raved, touched, loved, neon soldiers holding the line against the inevitable dawn. Three hundred people and me. Wanting to fight the sun back down below the horizon, for one more hour, one more minute, to stay entranced in the music, the pulse, the fervor. Unique, vibrant, special humans inhabiting the secret sliver between reality and a dream, shifting to the baseline in the tide, lost in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. Sailing through the canyons of Atlantis, we few, we happy, we horny, crashed against the mediocrity of modern mundane modality in a tsunami of sound and life. I stood still in the swirl of people, again apart, again alone, in a special kind of loneliness that manifests around myself like crystal shards, dancing to the broken rhythms. Not a good dance, not a dance that anyone will notice or celebrate, but dancing nonetheless. Please do not weep for souls like mine, the lonely ones, because we can be surrounded by people, my people, my friends, and still be a slightly offbeat, off-center, irregular distortions out of sync with the natural and unnatural, pulling upon currents and conversations. My wife smiled, a smile of contentment and happiness. Friends danced with us. I felt good. Yet I was alone for my own reason, with a present to myself by myself, a little goblin hiding away his shiny golden trinket in a cave. There be echoes in our lives if we listen, if we mark the time. There was an echo that night on the cruise ship that was special for me, for reasons I did not share with anyone. Reverberations of a choice. Aftershocks of the choice to start this podcast that slammed into my chest with the beeping of an alarm on my phone I set last year. My friends would have celebrated with me, cared, possibly found a piece of shitty cruise ship cake and a candle for me, but they didn't know. Somewhere around 2 a.m. I shuffled back to our cabin, leaving my wife and friends to continue their battle against the night, continue their war to matter to an indifferent cosmos. As my glitter-covered body crawled into bed, I smiled, because when the clock hit midnight on February 16th, that was the two-year anniversary of this show, my show. And I didn't say anything to anyone around me, because it was mine. My accomplishment would have added nothing of grand value to any of this. And a night where the ferment was shaking, the gods peered down, and for a few hours, people were free. Let them have their joy, because this was my little joy. No ballads will be sung for this story and no banners will fly February 16th was the two year anniversary of the show We made it home on February 17th late at night I finally showered all of the glitter off my body And crawled into a bed that did not move in a room that was not wobbling I sat down at my computer on the 18th and I attempted to write Hoping I could pull off a whole new script in 24 hours You may have noticed I did not Five times I wrote out a couple of hundred words, and five times I deleted those words. They were not good words. They were not the right words. They were not the right kind of words for this episode. They were not the words of celebration. They were the words of a man who had had his vitality sucked out of him by a vacation that he needed a vacation from. So I waited. I let that week pass, and I tried again. Now I write from steady ground, steady hand, and steady heart. Good words, maybe. Happy words. This may not be a good episode, though. I have learned after two years of producing episodes that the ones I write and think, this is fucking great, they end up being meh to a listener. And the episodes that I am lesser proud of, in a way, those are the ones that seem to hit people the hardest, the ones that people come up to me and talk about, the ones that echo. I asked my wife if she wanted to join me for this very special episode and she said no. My wife is real. People have met her. She is beautiful. My angel, my inspiration, my best friend. And she also does not like the sound of her voice recorded. She does help me with the writing, though, bouncing ideas around with me. To everyone out there who listens, Lifestyle Vanilla or the curious, thank you. Thank you for giving me time every week. Time is the greatest gift we can give people. Money is fleeting. Sex is temporary, which I I know all too well. The heat of passion fades fast after the front door closes and the guests leave. But time. To physically give another person your time. That means a lot. And I understand the value of it. I know there are people who have listened to me from the very first episode. There are some who have found me through word of mouth. There are others who stumbled onto this show and wondered what the fuck is going on. Thank you to everyone. One day I hope to meet all of you on a beach while I sit in a chair that defies the laws of physics. the sunset and the sunrise and never move. Let me share about the cruise. Just get that out of the way. We went on the fantasy 2026 cruise out of Tampa. Seven days. My simple assessment of lifestyle cruises for everyone. Do you like cruises? Do you like the lifestyle? Would you like to go on a cruise with lifestyle people? That's it. If you answer yes, then go fucking do it. I know there are other shows and content creators who will push these motherfuckers hardcore. They're going to promise you seven days. of fuckery in the tropics. Okay, a couple of heavy truths for anyone thinking about doing a lifestyle cruise. Number one, you will not have as much sex as you think you will. Entirely possible to have zero sex with anyone but your spouse. You will be on a ship for a couple of days with the same crowd, so if there is no one on that boat that you want to fuck, it ain't like they're going to get cycled out for a new crowd. Although, there was this interesting phenomenon at night where I would see absolutely beautiful women in the crowd during the parties, and then never see them again. I'm convinced that they were sirens who climbed onto the ship just to party with us, and they left at dawn. If you're like me, maybe, you will have a moment where you are filled with all-consuming dread of the thought of the cold, unforgiving ocean on the other side of the railing, thousands of feet deep, and the only thing keeping you alive right now is a floating tin can. Oh, and I get seasick. I want to know something that sucks about cruises, okay? Cruises pull in lifestyle people from everywhere. Everywhere that you do not live. Specifically, I met awesome people on the cruise and they live on the other side of the country. I met a dude. He is a really cool dude. We could vibe and go axe throwing and be like guy friends. But no, he lives hundreds of miles away from me. You get off the boat and you think, I would really enjoy hanging out with that couple in a platonic way some more. But no. And his wife is stunning with a kind of body and soul. that makes you want to know more. You had a little taste, and then poof, this elixir is gone. Distance sucks, okay? But oh, you can still chat with him. It's not the same, all right? Here is the second or third great truth about lifestyle cruises. The crowd on cruise ships skews older. This knowledge seems to be a whispered secret that no one mentions in marketing materials. By logic, the crowd that goes on cruise ships is older. Older than what? I don't know. No. What point to measure this? But there's definitely a bias here towards people, couples, who have disposable income, like the thousands of dollars to drop on a cruise, and the ability to take off seven days of work. I am 42, so I don't know if I'm in that older bracket or not. How many people in their 20s or 30s have the disposable income and the time available to go on a cruise versus those in their 40s, 50s, and 60s and up? And yes, I saw people in the and-up category living their best life going into the playrooms. You get some, you get some, Doris, retired librarian from Topeka, Kansas, and her husband, Jim, retired used car salesman, shuffling out of that playroom in your cruise ship provided bathrobe at 2 a.m. to see me, Jason, smiling back at them, stumbling to my cabin, loaded, twisted, and tired. I know what you did in there. You did things that would make a porn star blush and clap for you. Good job. No clue how the median age of a cruise compares to a resort, which are historically cheaper. No verifiable demographic statistics here besides what I have seen in common sense. Do not go onto a cruise expecting to be surrounded by hundreds of hot, sexy people in their 20s and 30s. If you already like cruises, go do a lifestyle cruise. I remembered on day two of the cruise that I am prone to seasickness, which came back on the sixth night. I realized on day three that half of the day is spent relaxing by the pool. and I am fucking terrible at relaxing. My wife fusses me about this and I know I'm bad at it because I need stimulation and doing and going and movement. That's why I go to the gym so much. Sitting down is the fucking worst. There are people who love cruises and they want to know more about the cruise. Granted. I made the mistake of missioning at work that I'm going on a cruise, which then meant questions from people. I don't want to know the truth of what I do when I am not working. You fuckers don't need to know what I do on the weekends. have a cover story okay find another vanilla cruise in the same general time frame and location as the one you're going on as your cover story i did do this for the last lifestyle cruise we went on i found a vanilla cruise leaving out the same port around the same time i even dropped the ship name into conversation just to you know add a little extra cover turns out the co-worker i mentioned it to knew the fucking ship i used started asking me questions and specifics about this boat that I did not go on. Motherfucker. There's a lesson. Be vague. Never give out more information than you need to about what you do. If you've done a vanilla cruise and you enjoyed it, you're going to love a lifestyle cruise. No one is paying me to push this. If in the future someone wants to sponsor me to go on a cruise, then yeah, I might go on another one. Am I in a hurry to get back on a floaty city for a couple of days surrounded by water and full of horny people? Not really. For you, try it out. See if you like it. And to answer the other question, oh, but how does this one compare to this other cruise or this other cruise line? There's a couple of these out there. I've been on two. I will say I had more fun on the fantasy cruise this time around. We went with the Risque Lifestyle Tribe, so that really helped. Our first cruise, it was a bliss cruise. We went alone, just me and my wife, and we did make friends along the way. This time, we had a whole tribe of heathens to hang out with. As far as the boat, the experience, eh, they're all kind of relatively the same. Look, just find one that works for your schedule and budget and go. My goal on the cruise was not to find fuckery. My goal was not to promote this show. My goal was not to explore tropical islands. My goal was to disconnect. Disconnect from my identity as an employee, as a podcaster, as a content creator. Disconnect from everything except my identity. as just me, as a husband with my wife. I wanted to disconnect from chat groups, from social circles, from pressure, from websites, from all of it. To my credit, I only mention the fact that I do a podcast one time to two porn producers. Creators? Yeah. Because I want to connect with them through the art of creation. That's it. I'm the absolute worst at self-marketing, and hopefully one day I will have a social media manager to handle all of this shit for me and make me do it. I recommend this if for nothing else you realize what connections you have back on land that matter the most to you. The people in your life who are not on that ship with you that you want and need in your life. The people that you miss hearing from even for a day. You will realize the people you're willing to fight shitty cruise ship Wi-Fi and international texting rates to connect with. There's something beautiful about sitting on the balcony of your cabin, staring at the ocean, drinking a cup of coffee, coffee, knowing someone back on land is doing the same thing at the same time as you hundreds of miles away. There is something even more beautiful about getting nudes while you're drinking that cup of coffee. All right, enough about cruises. Two years I've been doing this show. 93 or 94 or 95 episodes. I really need to figure out my count. Steady output barring holiday stress illness. I am proud of this show. I am proud of what I've created. Is it perfect? Fuck no. I have said some dumb I have made mistakes. My audio quality has been spotty at times, and I'm still learning how to edit, so I do all of this myself. I don't have a professional editor, and I'm really not sure if I should leave the breaths in or take them out because I saw one thing that said you need to leave the breathing in because it lets people know that you're more human, but then if you take the breathing out, it goes too fast. I don't fucking know. I can tell you, usually I do these entire episodes as one long take. I can just read and talk for 35 minutes nonstop. It's a skill. And fun fact, I never listen to my own show after it's published. I'm just not that kind of person. Once it's done, it is done, and I'm moving on. It is thrown into the ether of the lifestyle, and I never look back. One night recently, I did listen to an episode with friends while I was totally not on any psychoactive substances watching the walls breathe. I did not have the great, wonderful idea of listening to my own voice to see what I sounded like while I was tripping balls. That did not happen. But if it did happen, even in an altered state, it felt like the most self-serving, vain, arrogant act ever. It was very uncomfortable, and I do not recommend it. I was very self-conscious for a good hour after, and I required big cuddles to help. To be honest, have I thought about stopping? Yes, I have thought about stopping many times. I think anyone who creates also thinks about not creating. The moment when you lay awake at night and wonder, is it worth it? Does it really matter? I don't get much audience participation. I don't get hundreds or thousands of likes. I don't have a giant community hiding anywhere. It's just me and my microphone, sharing my imperfect, tumultuous journey through the lifestyle. The mad hermit rambling in his cave sort of thing. Quitting. Someone asked me, how do they know they're no longer newbies? It was a really powerful question. At what point are they considered true swingers in the lifestyle? At what point can they change their status from newbies to advanced or intermediate or something? I did not have an answer for a long time. And then one day it hit me. You are officially a swinger. You're officially in the lifestyle. No longer a newbie. The day you think about quitting. And it's the same with a podcast. The day when shit gets heavy and hard and you wonder if it's worth it. Yeah, you're no longer a newbie. And every fucking time I think about quitting this show, seriously stopping, I get an email from a fan who lights up my heart. That keeps me going. Random emails. That and the belief that somewhere out there, a woman masturbates to my voice every week. I like to believe that one. Last year, I did have big plans for new courses and stuff. I still have those rattling around in my head, but I am so easily distracted by women in titties. Life gets in the way. This is my part-time gig. One day, maybe I can go full-time, but I still need to be a good husband and friend and employee at my vanilla gig, so those take precedent. While I do identify primarily as lifestyle, my entire social network is lifestyle. Everything we do is lifestyle, basically. I still gotta pay bills. And about the lifestyle. Despite what others tell you, okay, it is not all sunshine and rainbows and no-strings-attached sex. It can be really good. It can be very bad. It can be ugly and so damn weird. That's the tagline for the show. Sharing the good, the bad, the ugly, and the weird. I started the show from a place of honesty, and I want to continue doing that. I want to talk about the subjects that others shy away from, look at the gnarly sides of what we do, bring topics and conversations into the light so people know that they are not alone. Like butt stuff, and what is the etiquette for leaving socks on during sex? A few weeks ago, my wife and I were at a Mardi Gras parade with some vanillas. One dude there noticed that I'm in relatively good shape. So he started asking me about diet and exercise. And if you take nothing away from this rambling, sentimental episode, you are never too old to change your body. And the secret is consistency. That's it. That's what I told the guy. But he had more questions. Like, all right. So I asked his age. He said 50. Okay. Then I asked if he's had his testosterone checked. super important for men and he said yes and actually i asked about his test levels and i told him that morning wood is a decent measure if his levels are in a good range since i asked in a roundabout way about his pecker he then shared that he has some trouble in the bedroom if you know what i mean like i mean the way he put this it was like he was sharing his bank account balance his will and his third grade report cards i didn't blink it didn't phase me one fucking bit My response was, oh, okay, so your dick doesn't work good. Have you tried Viagra? Is it a physical thing or a mental thing? You know, it's normal enough, and there's treatment for all this, right? This man lit up. He wanted to talk about his dick a lot more. I realized this man was probably super uncomfortable talking about his peck or sex, any of that, and here was a dude standing there at a parade. My happy ass, I don't fucking care. He has been hiding this from the world, and standing in In front of him was a man who was willing to have a conversation from a place of non-judgment and help. I didn't share where my knowledge came from or share why I know what I know. But this dude, he realized he wasn't alone. That matters. You are not alone, by the way. You are not weird. Your struggles with a lifestyle, I promise, someone else has been in those same shoes. Someone else has dealt with it. Does that mean they have the answers? No. Does that mean I have the answers? No. Sometimes knowing you are not alone matters more. You are not alone in feeling jealous. You are not alone in feeling weird. You are not alone in feeling unwanted, unloved, unincluded, excluded, dejected, rejected, happy, horny, desperate, needing, wanting. Words and words. You are not alone. I know last year, I shared a lot about my mental health struggles. It definitely bled over into my content, my self-induced mental health struggles. There were causes, there were reasons, and I struggled. I fully admit that. Since then, it has come up, actually, in conversations and social situations, and people have asked me about it from places of concern, and I recognize that. People have brought it up from a place of not concern, and I look them in the eye and say, yes, I had a mental fucking breakdown. What about it? I own it, and I face what I went through. Some people will tell me that when we're talking that, hey, you're not alone, and I tell them, cool. You're not alone either. I've been public about my struggles because I know other people struggle. Think about how many men hide the fact they can't get hard and that just tears them up. How many people hide the fact that they're even struggling with their mental health or they're dealing with jealousy or feelings of inadequacy or stuff. We're not alone. None of us. None of us are. Halloween. Last year, at 3 a.m., a woman with very bright green hair and wild makeup. had a deep conversation with me about OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Sitting in a hotel room in New Orleans, I was dressed up like a rainbow unicorn, wearing silver chaps and rainbow underwear for context, and I'm getting schooled on OCD by a woman 15 years younger than me, and I was completely sober for this. That conversation resonated hard with me, hard enough that I had to go searching for answers, and fuck me, I got diagnosed with OCD. It's not the handwashing kind, it's not the compulsive counting kind, not the afraid of germs kind, because then I would never go into a sex club again. This is a different kind called pure OCD. Me sharing what I went through and deal with now, managing my OCD as best as I can, other people have opened up about their own struggles with me through conversations and emails. I know it sparked conversations somewhere on this planet for a person, at least one of them to say, I am not okay. For a person to look at their wife and say, I am hurting. For a woman to look at her husband and say, I need help. If sharing my story in all its convoluted, fucked up glory made someone else realize that they are not alone, then I guess it was worth it. There are people who helped me on my recovery, my wife first and foremost, and my friends. Friends that I love very deeply and dearly now. And I can say that. I will say that to them often because our relationship can transcend sex if we let them. I'm not a therapist. I tell you that every week in the outro. I have no training of anything of any value to anyone. If you are suffering, do not carry those burdens alone. Say something please. Disconnection was good for me. Disconnection from the humming purple nerve cluster of the lifestyle pumping adrenaline and dopamine into my veins. I found clarity leaning over the of that balcony, not only, not totally not on psychoactive substances, by the way, talking to myself about myself in a voice that was not myself, the shadow self lurking, nodding, smiling with a toothy grin of welcoming. Look upon this truth, Jason, and shudder, it says. I disconnected from that fleshy monument and admitted something to myself. Here is my confession, because what would an episode of this podcast be without a wild confession shared with people across the world that I may never meet? Speaking of being alone, this one. I know I am not alone with this. I know people carry this worry in the back of their minds constantly, after every date, every conversation, every time they cum on someone else's dick. Memories flash of when I heard this in the voice of others and I could not give it words. Memories flash of when I was alone, surrounded by my heathen friends. Memories of when I was disconnected from the nerve cluster and didn't realize it. I don't think, I know, I have not fully enjoyed the lifestyle since last February. A year of my life that I realize now I didn't fully engage, enjoy, live. Held back by invisible, unnameable, uncaring chains. I suspect most people won't get this. They won't understand, and that's okay. One person will. Maybe Doris from Topeka, Kansas. Just feeling like you're not doing the lifestyle right? What the fuck does that even, what does right even mean, right? Even though you don't know what right means, what is it? living a lie, not being forced to do anything I didn't want to do over the past year. I will be the first one to say no backer for you and go to bed. It's not that. Maybe it was more so living another person's story or going through the motions of what I thought the lifestyle should be. I don't know. Trying to figure out what I enjoy in this. This thought did prompt conversations with my wife, conversations that started actually at the end of December. And maybe we found a resolution, a balance we can do. You know, communication is good between two people when they talk about something, but for the reason for the conversation even manifests. Our dynamic has evolved since we started the lifestyle, and this may prompt another evolution in the ways we operate. And that's okay. You can evolve in this. We can both share openly and honestly the aspects of the lifestyle that light us up, shield us, and fulfill us. And maybe it took me a whole year to finally figure out mine? Maybe? Not sure where this is going to go, but hey, let's find out together. Across two years, I know a listener can hear and feel my journey, me and my wife's journey, our journey through the lifestyle. I will be the first one to say, I don't know what the fuck is going on. Let's go figure it out together. This show is not created from a place of authority but curiosity. The advice is from inside the rocket ship frantically turning knobs, hoping we land safely, not the passive observer watching the launch. There are topics that are important to me that I will continue to talk about in the future. is a culture. One of the guiding principles when I started the show, and something that separates the show from the pack, I treat what we do as a separate culture with its own rules and etiquette and lexicon. Sometimes it is very confusing, but it is a culture nonetheless. Transmitted through old tradition, constantly evolving, the how we do what we do, the why, the where, all these things matter, all these core ideas should be honored and shared. But fuck me, I get it. It is confusing. for newbies to walk into this. I tell people this show sits at a very important point in someone's lifestyle journey. I am not the show you consult to decide if you want to become ethically non-monogamous. I am not the one to tell you if swinging or opening up your marriage is the right thing for you. No fucking clue. I don't know you. It's your marriage. You figure that out. This show is for the people who made the jump and are now standing around confused at a sex club on what the fuck to do next. Where do you find other lifestyle people? How do you do a date? What websites do you use? What the fuck is the deal with the pineapples? That's where I want to be. I also don't want to cater to the vanilla gays. There is a lot of lifestyle content out there that, yeah, their primary audience is the vanilla crowd. The vanillas want to peek into our culture, gawk, judge, and then run away ashamed that they learned something new. They want to whisper to their friends over wine that they heard a podcast talk about a 40-person orgy, or they read a smut book and they fantasize hard about stuff. Never dare giving voice to their wants. I ain't here for that shit. One of the big reasons I don't do sexy stories or audio porn every week. I have stories. I have my own wild nights and plans for more wild nights. I got this one thing on my bucket list. It is taunting the shit out of me at this point. All I need is a hotel room, a couple of hours with a willing friend, with fuck me eyes, and lube. Lots of lube. But that's my fantasy. That's my story. I don't want this show, and I don't want what we do to become a peep show or porn. Yes, we have sex. Sex is actually very little of what we actually do. It may be 10% of the time when we hang out, it involves actual genitals. I spent a week on a lifestyle cruise, and I didn't make any special sexy friends. That's okay. I still had fun. If, as content creators, we always focus on the sex, bigger, grander, more bombastic, the sex, then we lose the culture we lose what makes us special it's funny on the cruise there are people from all over the states and international and consent was there that was wild the rules of consent were respected by this crowd i had a lady ask before she gave me a hug that despite distance and local etiquette the respect for a person's body autonomy and the need for consent is near universal in this and i love that answer the question of how? Why? How do we share that value? How do we make people aware of that? And I'm not going to go into it right now. Let that just be a rhetorical question for a future episode. A topic I have talked about in depth is communication. Learning to communicate what we want, need, and are looking for honestly. A lot of couples tell me that the greatest benefit they have experienced in this is not the sex or the parties. It's communication. Communication gets better with time and practice. I've seen it. They don't understand communication, and they burn bright and quick and just flash right the fuck out. Communication is so much more than just saying, you want to fuck? Communication is learning how to say yes, how to say no, being able to say you're uncomfortable, telling someone you're attracted to them, asking a person if they're interested in fuckery, and it can be about misaligned expectations or boundaries. It can be about standing in the middle of an orgy and saying, no, I don't want that penis. And all of that to turn and look at your spouse and to say all that. Another topic near to my heart is testing. STI testing. As a collective group, we take our sexual health very seriously. You hear me talk about STD Hero all the time, partly because I have a promo code for 15% off your order at stdhero.com. The code is T-O-L-15. Using that code does support the show and make a couple of bucks. The other reason I talk about STD Hero, is because I like them. I know the owners and they respect our culture. Yes, you can get tested anywhere by anyone. Go fucking do it. Go get tested however you can in the most economical way possible for you. And really, depending on where you are, there are free options out there. But hey, if you need to get tested, stdhero.com is there. Making sexual health a priority is another aspect of the community that I just love. People talking about their status, sharing their results, having conversations. And yeah, we have turned down potential sexy time partners because their sexual health practices and protocols did not line up with our own and i don't feel bad about that at the fuck all no harm no foul we moved on word to the newbies out there if a couple is asking about your testing status and your sexual health protocols they want to fuck you by the way big green flashing light these people want to bang you and this is one of the last hurdles in the way the lifestyle means a lot to me it really does the people are amazing somehow we have found our own little tribe of heathens in the this world. Somehow we have made friends that are truly ride or die. The kind of friends you can call at 2am to come pick you up at a shady motel at the edge of town. No questions asked because they know not to ask questions when you have that look in your eyes. No questions about the mysterious glowing orb you are carrying your missing shoe or the flash burns on your face. Totally normal Tuesday night for me. Seeing each other naked helps, by the way. To the newbies who are hesitant to get naked, it comes with time. I got butt-ass naked, putting my hat on, and I just let the sun shine on my pecker. It felt really nice. Some of the best conversations, the best connections I have ever had with other humans is in between rounds of sex. It's a magical time when barriers drop, people are on us, and they laugh and they share, and then someone gets horny again and we just fuck around some more. Sometimes the best times are also just sharing a cup of coffee with a friend with your clothes on and just talking. To the newbies, you will have these and many more reminders of what it means to be truly human. Find more chances in your life to be human with others. My vanilla buddy and me, I may have talked about this already, I don't remember. We started a new habit. We text each other every day. Started this back in December. No long text chain. It is just as simple as, hey, I saw an interesting bird this morning. this because we lead very different lives and it is hard to see each other in person. He is out there being an awesome dad and husband every weekend and I'm a fucking degenerate. Last night he texted me, hey, do you remember the band Trapped? I had to go remind myself of that band this morning at the gym. So I'm asking you, do you remember Trapped? They sang Headstrong. How about Cold or Hinder? We did not have great musical taste back then. We've been keeping this chain going since December. I even sent him a few messages from the crews. Life is weird, because while I was on the lifestyle cruise surrounded by naked people, he was at a wholesome family theme park. I told him to go look for pineapples to at least find some fun people. And look, I tell you what, since this is officially a birthday episode for the show, two years old, as a present to that other lifestyle, go text a friend today. Tell them that you're thinking about them. Tell them that you care. Check in on somebody. Do that for me. Send a nude. Send a flirty text. Tell someone to sit on your face. Tell someone you're happy there in your life. Plan a weekend adventure. Tell someone you love them. Tell someone you miss them. Tell someone they matter because you matter. You matter to me. Thank you. And in honor of this show and this milestone, my personal plan is I'm going to go to the aquarium. They have otters. See, it doesn't always have to be sex. I can do some wholesome shit sometimes too. Rarely this one time. I'm going back to fuckery after this. Fuck you, no fuckery February. Oh, everyone is busy in this cold, stupid fucking month. Bring on March. Thank you for listening and tuning in every week. Make sure that you tell a friend about the show, and thank you to the love of my life, my wife, who is on this journey with me. If you want to reach out, ask a question, suggest a topic, send me an email to host at thatofthelifestyle.com. My personal disclaimer, I'm not a medical professional nor a trained and certified educator of any kind in any way. I'm a guy with a microphone sharing my personal experiences with This podcast is for entertainment purposes only, and please join us for the next episode. Go to stdhero.com, use my promo code TOL15 for 15% off your order, and go get tested. Whatever you may do today or tonight, I hope you do it with enthusiasm, consent, curiosity, and a little bit of spice. You are appreciated, loved, and I will see you for the next episode.