Recount

Bek is back in town for a few days. He’s 3 weeks into training for his first marathon, and has 90 days left to go. Ambitious, but this guy’s been at it before. He did the Ironman in Ireland a few years back, and recalled starting on the final leg of the triathlon (a 21km run) as the winners hit the finishing line. So yeah, 90 days oughta do it… Bankers in Singapore – don’t mess with them.

Had lunch with him at a hole-in-the-wall in TTDI. Nice to catch up, but there was a notable absence in our conversation — the usual oneupmanship that Baroque brings out in the both of us. Sigh, too bad, actually. Somewhere in my journal, I think I used the phrase “sparring our way to intimacy”. Bek and Khui offered me the best verbal fights of my life, so I’ve always felt a little extra affection for them.

But for the real, hands-on rough and tumble, there’s only been one. (Stop looking so damn smug, Loup, I know you’ve found my blog and that you’re reading.) Sapiosexual (geek lover) status notwithstanding, it took something more bestial to reveal the extent of my predilection for resistance play.

Altogether different games, I should point out. Sparring gives you an excuse not to be so damn polite all the time. Maybe it’s where one of those evolutionary instincts that kicks in — you’re sifting through the chaff for someone who deserves a backstage pass behind the armour. With resistance play, though, you can kiss your armour goodbye. It’s automatic surrender to the understanding that how hard you fight is immaterial to the result — and thawing acceptance of the trust you’ve placed in your partner. Needless to say, we’re talking about the difference between ordering a steak at Jake’s, and chasing something down on the Serengeti.

Aru came over after dinner. I had a bit of work to do, so we settled down in front of Astro. We’ve had a few half-hearted flirty exchanges on booty calls, but I’ve not been encouraging. I realized a few months back that we weren’t really on the same wavelength when he wrote, in reply to my teasing message on light bondage: “No I won’t tie someone up. Where’s the fun in that! What’s S&M?”

Not that I have a hardcore fetish, but I think I’ll pass.