Most controversial Jay and May Show image-enhanced podcast yet. Email response to my blog entry, Swingers?, gets me interested in finding out Jay’s opinion on the subject of MFM Threesomes. Jay reveals the awful truth about his forced participation in May Ling Su’s porn. The discussion disintegrates into George W’s porn, Victorial (sic) heritage and the prospect of Max Hardcore and Catalina having their own podcast. Happy 4/20!
It’s almost summertime! What are you doing stuck in front of your computer all day? Get out and get some sun! Go and breathe some fresh air. Look at the ladies starting to wear less and less clothes on the street. Don’t worry about missing me. As long as you can access the internet on your mobile phone or PDA, you can take me along with you. Take me on the bus, take me to the Bahamas, take me anywhere you go!
May Ling Su Mobile Edition Version 2.0 is now available. Just pull up MayLingSu.com on your mobile phone or PDA and when you click to enter, it should automatically switch to the simple quick-loading mobile-friendly interface for viewing my blog entries and sending me your text comments. I haven’t yet tested it because my mobile phone doesn’t have enough memory! 
So if you’re accessing my blog by mobile phone or PDA, let me know if it looks all right, please? I’d really appreciate it.
It was Jay’s birthday. I had invited all our friends to a surprise picnic barbecue at Snug Harbor. Everyone turned out on that hot sunny day. It was also a farewell party. Jay and I were moving to California.
We ran around tossing a green giant ball across the lawn. I remember Beth’s long legs moving lithely under a tiny plaid schoolgirl skirt, braids hopping as she caught the ball and threw it back. (Beth was at the time Mitchell’s girl. He couldn’t make it to the party, but she came anyway.) Keith took his shirt off, running after the ball, self-made tattoos gleaming in the sun. All our cheeks and shoulders were pink that day.
Surrounding my breakfast counter were unlikely people united only by the sweet sensual mango we were all enjoying in the afternoon of Friday the 13th.
My kid, who ate the most, was at the center of the mango fest. Jay was there, of course, the host of this impromptu party. There was Misty, the Malaysian transvestite in a red dress and black stilletoes. There was Chance, the young clown who juggled to cheer my kid while Jay pulled out a stubborn splinter. There was Sam, the hot surfer scientist and object of my lust. Every so often our neighbor, Vlad the Inhaler, showed up to update us on the puppy count and the status of his birthing female pitbull. There couldn’t have been a party with more dissimilar guests, not unlike the host who is a man of contradictions and limitless imagination. Another extraordinarily beautiful day in the life that Jay breathes into mine.
I don’t consider Jay and myself as swingers. “Swinging” makes me think of moving swiftly from vine to vine, one set of partners to another. To me, couples who actively seek out hook-ups every weekend would be considered swingers. Anyone who puts out an ad on craigslist stating they want a “no strings attached” or NSA hook-up is a swinger.
I don’t do NSA. I’m looking to connect with people body and mind. I’m looking for lifelong friends. Friendship is so important to me, that often I find myself holding back from initiating a sexy moment because I’m afraid of scaring my friend off and losing our friendship. I will always prioritize friendship over a fleeting moment.
This is why we don’t have many lovers. I tend to go for quality sexual encounters rather than quantity. I would rather explore many different ways of making love with just one person, than have sex the same way with several people. I love talking about sex and attraction and relationships and feelings and desires before, during and after we’ve rolled in the hay. Long before and long after. Often lovers move away and all we have is the phone or email. I cherish those connections nonetheless.
Chance walked all the way from the train station to our home. New in town and a young clown, Jay described him as “bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.” What I first noticed about him was how effeminate he is. We had dinner on the back porch. Before dinner ended, my kid managed to snag a splinter. There was loud crying, refusal to let Jay take the splinter out with a needle. Chance took it upon himself to juggle and clown around to cheer the weeping child. He won my kid and me over.
The next time Chance came to visit he brought his unicycle along. We had lunch, did some errands, and by the time my kid’s afternoon nap came, I was beat. I told Jay and Chance I was going to take a shower and a nap afterward. They hung out smoking in Jay’s lab.
While I took my shower, I couldn’t help but think about the two men sitting around being boring. Two pretty men wasting the day away, just waiting for someone to shake them out of their boredom. Chance isn’t the kind of guy who made my knees weak, but he’s young, pretty, and cares about his health as much as a nineteen-year-old would.
Okay, this freaking sucks. I just lost the entry I was about to post, and now I have to re-create it. Wordpress has been glitching on me for a few weeks now. I really need to upgrade but haven’t had the time. I always get stressed out about upgrading, which is why I hardly ever do. It’s always been easy, less than five minutes, but there is that nagging fear of “What if?” Five minutes quickly turn into hours sometimes when dealing with websites, and I just haven’t had the time.
All right, deep breath…
I received a really sweet email from Edward D. Uken:
“I think often sexuality trumps our ‘goodness’ in many people’s eyes which I think is a shame. I believe you can be a good person, do great things in your life, AND be a sexual deviant. In fact, I think most creative and forward thinking people do tend to be extremely sexual, as it is sexual energy that drives creation. I thought it was interesting to get a female perspective that was uncolored by politics or dogma. Honest, refreshing, and ultimately to me a portrait of something uniquely beautiful, although in a very unconventional form. I think what I find most amazing about the whole site and everything is that you and Jay are able to accept each other fully, including the darkest depths of your imaginations. That fact alone brought me to tears about two or three pages into the site.”
I like this email because Ed articulates so simply a lesson I’ve learned over the years my porn image has slowly been exposed to family and friends. It’s also encouraging to read about what makes my porn site different from the millions in cyberspace. Thank you, Ed!
To keep my ego deflated, I also received a really nasty email:
“You women are disgusting, because you disgust me. That means you are officially disgusting. It is now fact. Fucktards. Stop being so weird.”
*shrug* Can’t win them all.
Everytime I feel my “Sintendo” console rumble while I play, I get nasty ideas about where I can put it. This is one of our favorite shoots of all time. Score! Wanna play?
