Long distance relationships are tough, especially for someone like me whose primary love language is touch like Audrey’s. When I was younger, I was adamantly against them, having the belief that ultimately long distance relationships were doomed to be shallow and disposable.
I turned out to be pretty wrong about that. Despite my efforts to avoid them, I’ve still managed to have multiple long distance relationships that have ended up among some of my best relationships.
I eat a lot of Five Guys burgers for lunch since it’s the nearest fast food joint to my day job, so it was inevitable that I make a joke about it. Also, when I was a pornographer’s assistant I will never forget that one of the videos the guy I work for made involved a naked woman eating a bunch of cheeseburgers. Definitely not my thing, but clearly if there was a demand for that it’s not far fetched to believe someone would pay Audrey to eat Five Guys on cam for them.
I often say that tabletop role-playing games are my second favorite group activity, the first being sex. Given how hard it can be to get into a decent game of Dungeons & Dragons when you’re an adult, I can absolutely understand Bernard’s priorities here.
Meet Dace, a more casual partner of Audrey’s, and Sam, Bernard’s big brother.
As someone who respects monogamy when it’s a reasoned choice and not something people are railroaded into by assumptions and societal pressure, I generally don’t like to take jabs at monogamy. However, I’m kind of feeling fed up at the moment with how common it is for polyamorous people to be coerced into monogamy by possessive partners.
This actually sort of happened to me. At least, the whole forgetting how many people were in the shower with me at my birthday party part. I clearly remember four other besides myself because I made out with them, and I vaguely remember a sixth person in the shower, but I’m not completely sure. In my defense, that birthday party was 13 years and a lot of alcohol ago. Gotta say, that was a pretty epic party.
Speaking of debauchery, Frolicon is right around the corner and I am so looking forward to spending four days immersed in deviant delights. It’s going to be awesome, especially since I’m not hosting any panels this year so this convention is going to be all about having fun and connecting in various ways to a cornucopia of wondrous people. I’m not sure if I’ll have enough downtime to post any real entries to this blog, but I’ll definitely throw out a tweet or post on the Discerning Deviant Facebook page now and then over the course of May 16-20.
The next Deviant Life strip will be posted on May 22 after I’ve had a day to settle back into reality.
When I wrote this comic, the intention was for it to be posted right before I hopped a bus south to go to Euphoria, an unofficial regional burn, which was supposed to take place in Georgia this coming weekend (April 26-29). However, shit went wrong, and Euphoria isn’t happening. This is a huge let down for a lot of people, but shit happens when you need a large, secluded location for such events and rural areas tend to be the domain of xenophobes. All we deviants can do sometimes is roll with the punches and keep on searching for places to call home.
On the bright side, not being able to go to Euphoria ended up pushing me towards going to Frolicon next month (May 17-20). I had a pretty great time last year, but because the added effort and expense of attending two events in Georgia while living in New York seemed overwhelming, I chose to only attend Euphoria. Obviously, with no Euphoria to attend, now I can attend Frolicon and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I won’t be teaching any panels this year, so it’s going to be purely a vacation, hopefully with a great deal of debauchery with friends both old and new.