Went to the sex doc social hour thing last night.

So, I went to the sex documentary social hour thing again last night.

I ended up talking for quite a bit with the older white guy who grew up a thug in a local Italian neighborhood but then became more open-minded. He tended to talk a lot at length about things like a lot of older people do, but in his case it was pretty interesting, since every once in a while he'd mention that he'd had 100s of sex partners since back in the 70s he got into swinging.

You think he'd have come off as creepy, but he actually didn't come off that sexual at all, and he actually said that he learned to become a caring person by becoming a nurse and then getting into public health, and then becoming a practicing sexologist.

In terms of his past, he used to do STD awareness in heavily black neighborhoods back in the mid-60s to early 70s, and he got his supervisor to let him wear a leather jacket and grow his hair long so he wouldn't seem as out of place, and one of the black militant gangs actually used to send him around to do info sessions for their pimps and prostitutes.

He would also do syphillis and tuberculosis testing, and said that a coworker of his got a guy killed... The (black) man lived in the back of a (black) bar and would clean the place out, and he was highly infectious with TB. The bar was open and no one was in there, but his coworker entered the place with a mask on and people saw it, so they confronted the TB-infected dude later, and he got kicked out and lost his job and everything and ended up sleeping in the back of an abandoned boxcar in a trainyard somewhere, and since it was getting on to be winter, one cold evening he froze to death.

After that, they did training, about how when you go in to talk with a TB-infected person, you don't wear a mask, and instead you ask them what room they've been the most in most recently, and then move the conversation to a different room.

He was also talking about his sexology practice now, and how he's doing a course out on the West Coast towards end of summer. They do a few days of "sexual disintegration", which is making people desensitized to sex by watching all sorts of videos, then a few days of "sexual reintegration", which is getting nude massages from each other (genital touching optional) where you don't know if it's a man or woman touching you, but instead focusing on the pleasure of the touch, and then a different exercise where everyone's nude in a jacuzzi and you get passed from set of hands to set of hands and try to be relaxed and yourself with everyone, and when they lift you out of the water, you say which body parts of yours you feel inadequate about, so you can learn to claim your own body, though he says it's probably not so good for the guys, since their dicks usually go above water and they get shrinkage when everyone's looking.

I also ended up talking for a while to the swinger lady. We were talking about how much religion comes up in different conversations, and she was saying that she knows I'm a religious studies graduate student, but I'm much more open and normal than a lot of people, so it doesn't freak her out.

"What were you raised, anyway?", she was like, and when I told her Catholic, she was like, "That makes a lot of sense, I could totally tell. Catholic people tend to be fairly normal, religiously."

"I know," I was like. "It seem like whenver I meet someone who's really religiously fucked up, they're pretty much always Protestant."

"Bingo," she was like, "You said it, the P-word. Some people have gaydar, but I have Protestant-dar, I can go into a room and pick out which people were raised Protestant, they just have this aura of being fucked up about them. Isn't that weird? I always just know"