Sex doc on Tues. night: Viagra dependency.

The sex doc on Tues. night was by a 40y.o. Dutch Michael Moore-imitator who admitted dependency on Viagra and went out to explore Viagra's origin, place in society, etc.

Just watching the movie made me hate the Dutch... It seems like that the default Dutch personality is a smug, know-it-all liberalism.

Also, at the beginning of the movie (which was actually a made-for-tv documentary), he went around Amsterdam if they could remember what happened in 1998 (which was the year of the 1st Viagra advertisement, by Bob Dole). He got various answers, including people saying "I can't remember!", and a woman being like, "The queen visited my village!", and then some dark fat late 40s Indian tourist with a thick accent was cut to and the guy was like, "In India?", and the director was smart-assily like, "No" for a cheap laugh, and then they cut to him talking to someone else.

That said, it was fun to hear Dutch (the movie was subtitled). At one point he calls Viagra "the mother of all pills", and the BDSM computer programmer near me kept saying to himself, "De muder, de muder, he sounds like the Swedish chef!"

I would have to say the funnest part of the night was talking beforehand with the BDSM computer programmer and the BDSM activist hostess... The guy was saying that in BDSM circles he's the big non-threatening non-sexual teddy bear, so he went to a swinger party so he could escape the typecasting, but he found it a little fucked up... He said that at the party that bisexual people could get neon bracelets so they could signal their preferences, but he was like one of the only guys wearing them, but people would jokingly force them on women.

"Yeah, there's a lot of fucked-up gender shit that happens in the swinging world," the BDSM activist hostess was like.

The movie started soon, but when there was a glitch and they had to play with the projecting equipment, I started asking the BDSM computer programmer about where the party was, exactly.

"Oh, out at this house in the burbs," he was like. "This couple owns it, but they mostly use it for parties, and I think they make a pretty penny on it. It's all set up for that sort of thing."

"Oh," I was like. "You mean with fuck-swings and stuff?"

"No," he was like, "A pool-size jacuzzi that's half outdoors and half indoors and they can block off for winter, and a basement area with a DJ booth, and mirrors everywhere, and a small buffet
table where there's always some food out.

"It's not bad for what it is," he added.

The conversation after wasn't bad either... The high point was this affable older (black) man who used to work for Pl-yb-y who showed up - he's been there before - and would tell funny stories.

"Men and women need to just get along," he was like, "They each hold up half the sky, though with women it's really more like three-quarters..."

"Oh mi gosh," the museum liaison was like, "I need to have that put on a poster or something."

"It's a saying I heard," the guy was like, "But growing up in the delta, I said that to my mother once, and her hand shot out and she shook her finger at me and told me, it's not one-half, it's three-quarters!"

He also talked about how popular masculinity focuses on "dicks, that go boing, and are *BIG*", and there's no real concept of "making love", and he told the story of how when he was 22 he wanted this girl for months and months, and when he finally got with her, he failed, but she knew what she was doing - "I didn't, I was only 22!" - and they did other things, and 20 minutes later he was back and good to go.

He also said that he and his other friends his age keep in shape, and that for a lot of people exercise is a better prescription for Viagra.

"We all have this joke," he was like, "If we get a little fat in the winter. 'See Willy next spring!'", he was like, and he puffed out his chest and then looked down and waved a fake smiling wave towards his crotch.