I guess I thought it was this elusive Craigslist code I had yet to crack. There were lots of posts about meeting at The Estate. What was this estate? Was it a euphemism? An actual location? Some super magical event that I had to be privy to?
And so, I Googled it. And I was shocked. The Estate was a place. It was a super secret location in my city where like-minded adults gathered to participate in like-minded consensual activities. Clothing around the hot tub was optional. There were private party rooms.
In fact, I was as intrigued as I was appalled and frightened. At the same time, as a blogger, I tend to put myself out there for the sake of the story. Imagine the tales I could tell if I simply experienced it.
We talked about it. And in my mind, it's just a modern day version of Caligula. Seen that movie? It was the dirtiest movie I had ever seen in high school. And for reasons I still don't understand, it wasn't behind the curtain. There was tons of sex and nudity and every kind of debauchery imaginable.
I guess that's pretty much how I imagine The Estate. And I'm not sure I'm ready for that, even as a spectator. If I wanted an audience, I'd operate a cam business. At least I'd be making money. And I wouldn't see everyone watching me.
Okay, maybe I've considered it--a little.
But about the estate. Do we go?
