I hate WordPress so much.

I apologize for such a negative introduction, but the point of installing WordPress was so I could just quickly and efficiently rebuild my website that I had left kind of dead for years and left definitely dead with an “under construction” notice for at least the past two years.

And I find myself fighting with AI, being stuck with layouts I find ugly, being disappointed by a WordPress-to-WordPress importer that somehow did funny things to my posts (did I mention it was WordPress-to-freaking-same-system-WordPress), and being graded on the SEO quality of my blog post titles.

Seriously? Seriously?!? My blog is grading my post titles?!?

I just want to have my little website with my ramblings and occasional doodle that maybe a few potential playmates or fellow kinky people with too much Internet time might see. I have no interest in promoting an OnlyFans profile. I have no interest in an algorithm telling me that other algorithms are going to be unimpressed by my silly titles that are meant to amuse me.

Well, this might be the inspiration I needed to finish building my CMS for my website.

I have been increasingly busy and preoccupied with my fiction projects over recent years. Those have historically been \”clean,\” with little to no reference of sex or even sexuality. However, in recent years, I introduced concepts of polyamory and bisexuality and finally addressed the love life of the one homosexual character. (Yes, just one so far; the cast is small.)

Those portrayals still stayed \”clean,\” though. However, I also made a flat-out porn short story. It is canon, though not necessary to read for continuity, so those not interested can give it a miss. Anyway, in the porn, a female-male couple get interrupted mid-coitus by another male, who then joins them. Each male takes turns being the middle in Lucky Pierre.

Last night, I discussed my growing understanding of my characters\’ sexualities. I said of that female character from the porn story, \”She\’s straight and isn\’t kinky.\” SwingBot was incredulous, and I was confused by his disbelief. Then he pointed out that she had (through depictions in stand-alone art and within the \”clean\” regular comic) fantasized about her two male romantic interests kissing each other and fantasized about those same romantic interests sharing her in a triad or at least V-relationship… plus the bisexual threesome they had.

So, apparently I no longer register threesomes as \”kinky.\”

It translates into sex between the two of us, too. Last weekend was when I started sketching the rough layouts for the comic pages. With the script on our minds and (very, very rough) drawings of those scenes before us, SwingBot and I got horny. (Well, hornier, I suppose.) Early Saturday evening, we had sex, and SwingBot used two dildos — one of moderate size, but one somewhat larger — on me both after and before again fucking me with his own cock.

A few hours later, while SwingBot was otherwise busy, I still felt aroused enough to \”rub one out.\” My masturbation sessions are extremely routine, using the same insertable toys and same vibrator for my clitoris. In sex, my orgasms tend to be all about the in-and-out of a good penis-in-vagina pounding, but that is really difficult for me to achieve when masturbating. So, for solo sessions, I tend to grab the same toys and just provide stimulation to my nerve endings while I fantasize some scenario, until the combined genital stimulation and fantasy brings me to climax.

I said that I tend to use the same toys for masturbation. I have a particular dildo (technically a butt plug) that I use for my cunt. It is short but broad enough to give a nice filling sensation while staying in place, without going in deeply enough to provoke a cramp.

That Saturday evening, hours after SwingBot had used his cock and two toys (all larger than my regular plug), the plug felt almost painfully large. My cunt was really tight, squeezing hard. I had to take care to keep the toy inside, after the struggle to get it in.

This has happened to me plenty of times. I am not much of a size queen, but SwingBot is. He likes huge toys for both of us, and he has managed — with a lot of work — to get some surprisingly big toys inside me.

I know some men fear sex toys for women, especially large dildos. These men feel that a woman cannot be satisfied by their penises if the women enjoy the dildos.

I cannot speak for all women, but these fears strike me as silly. Aside from the fact a man has way more to offer than just a phallus (and if his penis is all a man has to offer as a sex partner, then he needs to learn to improve his game), large sex toys do not turn my vagina into a huge, gaping hole that feels nothing. No, instead, when I have been well worked with sex toys, my vagina actually seems to clutch even more tightly. Even a single finger can feel enormous.

As I said, I do not know whether this works for other women, but I would not be surprised if it does. Do not fear dildos, men. Used properly, they can greatly enhance the sexual experience… and make your partner crave your cock even more.

Still, a current project brought WeekBiWeek to the forefront of my mind more than it has been in a while. I am sketching the thumbnail page layouts of a porn comic. I have written a few porn scripts before. Heck, the very first full story I wrote for what has since been a \”clean\” comic for many years was a story of a previously-straight woman having sex with another woman for the first time. Come to think of it, many of my stories feature previously-straight characters enjoying \”first time\” same-sex experiences. I think I have a fetish, there.

Anyway, I am finally actually drawing a porn comic. 42 years old, making comics for 16 years, and just now getting around to drawing my first porn comic. Late bloomer, anyone?

Drawing the porn comic has brought forth some interesting challenges. This may surprise you, Dear Reader, but I generally do not look at porn much. Nor do I read it much. Most of the porn I consume is from my own imagination… with the exception of porn comics. I do like a good porn comic. That qualifier of \”good\” means I still do not consume a lot of porn; most porn comics are not remotely good.

Anyway..! I now am drawing porn. This means I spend hours at a time focusing on my fantasy narrative while trying to provide it visuals. My fantasy narrative… which is written out of my sexual fantasies… Yes, regular masturbation during this project is a thing, thank you for asking.

Wow, this was all just to explain why I was finally dusting off WeekBiWeek after so many years. I had a completely different topic in mind when I started this, but wanted to acknowledge the years-long silence before launching straight into my discussion about sex toys. For the sake of brevity, I shall save that for next Monday.

1. The newness is gone.

WeekBiWeek began in 2011, when SwingBot and I started exploring swinging and D/s. We had discussed opening our sexual relationship to others in the previous two years, and had been playing with toys and bondage for our entire relationship. Swinging and more intricate BDSM opened new doors, encouraged new questions, introduced new people and ideas…

There were so many new details, I wanted to document them so I could process them. Over the past five years, we have found some comfort zones, established routines, and, overall, have just not introduced much anything new lately.

I know a common cliche for previously monogamous couples is to create so many rules or limitations that they never get to do anything. This is not our dilemma. Currently, we just have other things that demand our attention. We established communication groundwork. We do have some rules, yes, but those do not prevent us from engaging with others. Our options are open, when we want to seize them. We just have not been seizing them, because other projects command our attention.

However, I often cannot share those other projects because…

2. WeekBiWeek is semi-anonymous: private enough that I cannot share details that reveal my public life, but not private enough that I feel comfortable being fully candid.

Previous WeekBiWeek entries include graphic and intimate descriptions of sexual acts. The blog follows my thoughts and feelings about trying sex acts and kink. These are not topics that mesh well with polite society. Ideally, a person who randomly visits WeekBiWeek should not be able to connect it back to my real name and public life.

To aid that goal, I partially censor my content. I avoid using names or create pseudonyms. I eliminate certain details. I do not post photographs and rarely post drawings. I try to avoid sharing things that would connect this blog to the rest of my life, which severely limits what I feel comfortable saying here.

From the other side, though, this blog is known by some who do know me, so is not entirely anonymous. I cannot candidly gripe about a person, lest that person read and feel attacked. I cannot candidly gush about a new person, in case those in my life feel uncomfortable with the focus. Those who know me might feel slighted when not included in posts, or feel offended when mentioned in posts.

So, I do not feel comfortable connecting this blog with the rest of my life, and I do not feel comfortable fully exploring the topics I allow this blog to explore. Since this is supposed to be a documentation of my personal experiences, what can I share here?

Frankly, I do not know the future of WeekBiWeek.

Among my current priorities, WeekBiWeek just does not rank that high. I do not want to focus a lot of effort right now into the personal-but-not-private tightrope that this blog has become. However, I do not want to remove it, either.

I know what it is like to stumble across someone\’s post about something not often shared, but that resonates, and feel a certain sense of relief, of \”It\’s not just me.\” I think WeekBiWeek might do that for someone, and I think that is a good thing. So, I do not want to delete those posts about double penetration or doubting whether I am \”dominant enough.\”

However, those same posts are why I do not connect WeekBiWeek with the rest of my life. People knowing that I can date other people is one thing; people knowing which and how many of my orifices were filled on a given night is another thing altogether.

Will I post again? I am sure of it. Will it be soon? Maybe, maybe not. Will the blog see a regular update schedule again in the near future? I can almost guarantee not, not until I know where WeekBiWeek fits within my life.

For now, though, know that WeekBiWeek is not going away anytime soon, but is also not likely to see a lot of frequent posts in the near future.

Thanks for reading!

Those triggered the following conversation.

Me: Glad you shared that first picture, because cufflinks is not the first item to come to mind when I see the… vending machine? A vending machine of cufflinks.

SB: Yeah, that\’s why I took the pictures. I\’m also a pervert.

Hey, it is dark and austere and it says \”Cuffwear.\” What would you think?

I originally meant to post this back in March, when it happened, but I did not. So, for continuity\’s sake, please note that this trip to Eros Events took place before we attended Club Sapphire in May. I do not think that impacts the details here, but it might clarify any mentions of \”first time doing something at a sex club.\”

Also, we returned to Eros Events once. The following are interesting points I remember from our first visit.

Good

The facility itself seems pleasantly rustic.  The restroom situation (three toilets total, including one people also use as a dressing room and a second in an open-access shower room) leaves much to be desired, but I like that there is a clothes-required/no-sex area, and that the rest is all for play.  SwingBot and I agreed that we would like to return at least to use the pool. (We did return once, so far, and did swim in the pool.)

Meh

We were again reminded that we do not really share the standard swinger mindset.  Even as the woman running the orientation bragged about how the space is designed to give women \”a safe place\” and \”power,\” I thought, \”Within the confines of catering to heterosexual male preference.\”  All the \”sexy\” decor features — by suggestion or explicitly — naked woman, with no similar exploitations of men\’s bodies.  There is a table with a huge pile of girlie mags while including nothing like a Playgirl.  Some men dressed nicely, but none dressed in any kind of equivalent to the prevalence of lingerie I saw on women.  Again, this is the standard swinger mindset, but SwingBot and I agree that we generally feel more comfortable at the CSPC, which is not a swingers club, but instead more open to a wider range of sexual expressions.

Funny

Speaking of \”swinger culture\” versus \”kink culture\”…  Hilarious moment!  One male regular/volunteer (or staff?) gave us both a laugh.  He owns a Sybian, which is a mountable vibrator — that costs over $1,500! — and he lets women ride it. (He made no mention of letting men ride it, and we did not ask, because we can guess the answer.)  We went to check it out, since we are both curious about the Sybian, but the price point is prohibitive for a \”just curious\” purchase, even for SwingBot\’s spending impulses.  I lingered quite a while, even after another woman (a regular) gave us a live demonstration.  We were alone with Mr. Sybian when an attractive lone woman joined us in asking about the toy.

Miss Sexy-Goth almost felt like swinger bait; she embodied so many cliches of what swingers typically seek.  Hot body, in clothes too sexy to be street clothes while technically not lingerie, young (I guessed mid-twenties), and oh-so new and curious!  She said that she has always wanted to attend Eros Events, but none of her former boyfriends would ever take her, so she came alone.  Could one woman fill any more Unicorn Hunter checkboxes? I wondered why she did not have a stream of eager couples and single men following her.

Anyway, she asked about different clubs and Mr. Sybian authoritatively explained to the Li\’l Lady about what New Horizons had been like, what Club Sapphire (which we later visited in May) is like, and how Eros Events compares.  She asked if there was a site that discussed them all.  He mentioned SwingLifeStyle, for its forums.  I mentioned FetLife, for its forums.

Here, finally, is the funny part.

Mr. Sybian immediately advised Miss Sexy-Goth that she would not want FetLife; that is for kinky people.  He then generously acknowledged that she might find it interesting if she wanted to know about bondage or threesomes.

Dude, we are all at a sex club.  You demonstrate your very specialized — and expensive — sex toy to strange women.  Is this not kinky?  And threesomes are kinky?  We were at a gang bang night.  Outside of the designated gang bang room, I passed at least one threesome (two men and one woman) just to get to the Sybian demonstration!

That was not the last laugh with Mr. Sybian, either.  The following is not the laugh, though.

Bad

We left the Sybian, but eventually returned, because I wanted to try it.  When we returned, the room was empty, save for Mr. Sybian!  Sweet!  But then he got pulled away for something.  He promised to return shortly.  In that time, a wave of new couples (and I do mean new; they were with us in the new members orientation) flooded the room.  They all wanted to know about the Sybian, too.  That was uncomfortable and unfortunate timing.  What made it bad, though, was that they ignored the \”no means no\” rule.

When Mr. Sybian returned and was surprised that he had an audience, he offered to discuss his device.  The group, which had been laughing and talking, suddenly went shy.  They then decided to offer up who would demonstrate.  They primarily targeted me, since I had been there first.  I had already told them \”no\” before, but found myself having to repeatedly tell people \”no.\”  One woman finally decided to show off and strut her stuff, and the crowd made me only more glad that I had not, and made me realize that I could not try the toy while they were around, even if the privacy curtain (optional) was closed.  They talked, they joked, they killed the mood, as far as I was concerned.  They still seemed to consider me the best target for when there was a \”next\” moment.  I left the room kind of grumpily.

Funny

We eventually returned to Mr. Sybian and toy again.  The room was not empty, but the occupants were… occupied.    We pulled the privacy curtain and I tried the toy.  It is nice.  I am not sure it is thousands-of-dollars nice, but I see the appeal.  Mr. Sybian is a gentleman, but he does enjoy some advantage of his position as Pleasure Provider, flirting with his riders.  (SwingBot and I suspect he probably gets a number of blowjobs from running his toy.)  Now, I do not mind the flirting; honestly, I was interested in Mr. Sybian before I knew about his toy, because he is quite attractive.  However, our tastes sure do not mesh.  

The toy definitely got my engine revved, but that does not translate into me becoming a complacent submissive.  Mr. Sybian gave me one of his hands to hold while I rode the toy.  I warned him that I would probably claw him and SwingBot warned him that I can break stress balls, but he said it would be fine.  He never said, \”Ow,\” but SwingBot tells me that, after I let go, Mr. Sybian did need to stretch his fingers a bit.    So, while riding the toy, I gripped his hand tightly and clawed at the hand rest he provides.  Mr. Sybian leaned forward and reminded me of some of the things he did for previous riders, like nipple-stroking.  I growled something like, \”I want to bite and claw you.\”  He pulled back pretty quickly from that.  

It was not intended as a back-off threat; I did want to bite and claw.  I was really horny, and feeling aggressive.

Again, I do not fit well in swinger culture, where women might \”be in control,\” but not in any sense are women dominant.

Surprisingly Hot

After I dismounted the Sybian, SwingBot and I went to one of the open mattresses in the room.  We stripped and I rode SwingBot to climax… a climax I am impressed SwingBot could achieve in the situation.  I faced a wall, so did not see what SwingBot saw, which was that some of the room\’s occupants watched us.

Aftermath

SwingBot keeps saying, \”We are officially the kind of people who have sex at sex clubs.\”

Club Sapphire is in a good location; it is in an industrial park (next to the Chamber of Commerce of that town, in fact), so the neighborhood is nice, yet also mostly closed during Club Sapphire hours. This translates into plenty of parking and not having to worry much for your car\’s (or your) safety. (This was not a problem for New Horizons or Eros Events, but is our key concern with the CSPC.)

The business interior that Club Sapphire occupies was converted quite well for its purpose. The lighting is good, with levels of darkness that vary appropriately with the designated areas. The club has an entry room that serves as a mix of coat room, check-in, and newbies-wait-for-the-tour room. Next, it has a socializing room with a dance floor, a lounge area, tables and chairs, and a semi-bar. The club does not serve alcohol, but you can bring your own and it does provide the non-alcoholic mixings. It also provides cup-water for free or bottled water for a fee, and a snack table. No nudity or play is permitted in these first two areas, and unaccompanied men may freely roam these areas.

Beyond is the play area, which encompasses the changing area, an all-gender toilet and all-gender shower, lockers (bring your own lock or buy one for $5), and the play rooms. No alcohol is allowed in the play area; there is a shelf at the entryway between the socializing room and the play area to set drinks. Within the play area, men may only hang out unaccompanied in the locker area (excepting certain types of parties).

There are several play rooms, differing primarily in size and layout, not so much in function. The rooms have different names, based on different precious and semi-precious stones, but ultimately are open spaces with lots of beds. The names just seem to be for quick reference; it is faster to say \”The Emerald Room\” than \”the second door on the left as you come from the lockers.\” There is one room that has two names, including \”Dungeon.\” There were plans to create a BDSM room, but funding went to the lounge, instead. In my opinion, that was the better choice. The lounge is very nice and \”swinger BDSM\” tends to be rather mild and patriarchally heteronormative (male Dom spanking a female sub), which has little appeal for this female Domme. I would rather just take my BDSM to a more designated space, like the CSPC.

The club provides towels that guests can wear or use to line the beds when playing. Guests can ask for bedding to be changed between uses, but I got the impression it otherwise mostly is left for the night, with the assumption that people line beds with towels during play. The club also provides lube and male condoms. Guests can bring their own towels (I recommend this for anyone planning to wear a towel, to ensure it fits) and their own protective gear (such as dental dams, female condoms, gloves, or preferred male condoms or lube). Wearing less clothing is encouraged in the play area, partially so people do not consume a lot of time and space dressing and undressing in a play room. This \”less clothing\” mostly translated into wearing towels, robes, underwear, or lingerie. At least one woman I saw opted to simply be nude in the play area.

Club Sapphire is clean and feels very comfortable. Many tasks are performed by volunteers. New-member orientation and bartending were both volunteer-staffed, for example. I got the impression that volunteers take shifts throughout the night, meaning a volunteer will still have time to also play off-shift sometime during the night. It also appears to take its rules seriously, allowing flexibility where appropriate. For example, someone roaming into the socializing room nude (though people should be clothed there) might be forgiven, but we did see a man get escorted out after he got into a shouting match with a woman, whom he apparently touched without consent. (We had interacted with the man earlier that night and he had triggered some of our red flags, so this was not a complete shock to us.)

I have two criticisms of Club Sapphire, but am mostly impressed from my first time there. My first criticism is that this is definitely a swinger club with the standard swinger view towards decoration and expected play. The pictures and posters feature sexy women. The dance floor had a screen showing a loop of a naked woman dancing. The provided prophylactics were (from what I saw) strictly male condoms. As I noted above, bring your own dental dams, female condoms, or gloves. This is not specific to Club Sapphire alone, of course; swinger culture is very much an extension of the \”women\’s bodies are for men\’s consumption\” culture. Swinger culture does a better job than general society in giving women a safe space and agency, but our agency still fits within the realm of adhering to heterosexual male preferences.

That said, we attended a \”Bi-Bi\” party, which encourages male bisexuality. This is virtually unheard of in standard swinger culture. In swinging, men are heterosexual, woman are bisexual, couples are heteroromantic, and all playing includes at least one man and one woman. A party permitting — and encouraging — male bisexuality is astonishing. So, while Club Sapphire primarily reflects swinger culture tastes, it is the most openly progressive swinger club my limited experience has discovered. (The \”Bi-Bi\” parties are only once a month, but that they exist at all still amazes me.)

My second criticism — which applies more to Club Sapphire specifically — is of the music and the DJ. We were at the club from 7 PM until 11 PM, and the club closes at 2 AM. So, we were there for four hours of a seven-hour night. In that time, we heard the music playlist loop fully and restart at least once. The DJ did take requests, but… one playlist that lasts under four hours? Not even put on shuffle? No, that could have been done better. The sound balancing was also awkward, with the music building and getting louder, with headache-inducing (rather than mood-inducing) bass. When the DJ spoke, he did so too close to his microphone, so I could not understand most of what he said. I assume the music and DJ are also courtesy volunteer-work; I personally would not have paid for that.

Overall, I feel Club Sapphire is a welcoming, comfortable, safe place. The volunteers and fellow attendees seem friendly and pleasant. The space itself was done very, very well. SwingBot, BG, and I definitely plan to return, as our schedules permit.

The first place we attended, back in 2011, was New Horizons. We were quite impressed by the facility and staffing, but chose to not stay after orientation. Due to the long commute, we never did return, though we often discussed it. However, it since closed (the owners retired), so that is no longer an option.

In 2013 (and possibly 2014 or 2015), we visited the CSPC for some kink classes. The facility there is a little less comfortable for us. The key problem is the parking, which is both limited and in an unsafe area. We do prefer the mentality and atmosphere of the CSPC, though. Unlike the other locations listed here, the CSPC (Center for Sex Positive Culture) is not specifically a swinger club; it is a sex club open to many forms of sexual expression. As I have noted before, SwingBot and I do not comfortably fit into the standard swinger mindset. The CSPC encourages a broader definition of acceptable sexuality than swinging\’s standard of straight-male-bi-female couples and singles. The CSPC caters to expressions including — but not limited to — heterosexuality, homosexuality, bisexuality (in men as well as women), transgender, D/s, kink, and polyamory.

As with New Horizons, though, the commute to the CSPC is off-putting, so we do not attend classes as often as we would like, and never attended a play party there. We would like to, but a tension-inducing drive — followed by parking in an uncomfortable location — does little to make the two of us feel sexy.

In March of this year, we visited Eros Events. This is another long commute for us, though not as frustrating as those to the now-defunct New Horizons or to the CSPC. We stayed — and played with each other — that first time, and since returned. Scheduling and a now-resolved health problem have been the two key reasons we have not attended lately; we do plan to visit Eros Events again. If for nothing else, we want to swim in a sex club pool again.

This past Friday, we finally visited a place we have been wanting to try for most of this year, if not longer: Club Sapphire. Of the previous three, Club Sapphire is most similar to New Horizons. Both facilities are fancy and designated for swinger play. Club Sapphire had two key attractions for us: location (the commute there is much easier for us than the commute to any of the other locations) and it does have a \”Bi-Bi\” party on the fourth Friday of each month. At the \”Bi-Bi\” party, male bisexuality is openly acknowledged and even encouraged. In our limited experience, this is an extreme anomaly within swinging.

This summary of the four different clubs we have visited is already long, so I shall post about our Club Sapphire experience next week. I can say that, of the four, Club Sapphire will probably see us most often.

\”One True Way\” is a popular phrase among those who like to police others\’ activities. \”True\” can be applied for more specific policing, too. \”A True sub does this.\” \”Only True Doms do that.\” \”True poly is only about love and never about sex.\”

The most obvious problem with \”One True Way\” is that it clearly says, \”There is only one correct and real way to do X activity, and you are doing it wrong otherwise.\” It says that the speaker\’s personal preferences should be universal laws for everyone else. Those who use it do so to condemn or bully others.

Example: One polyamorist might believe that all dating should lead to long-term, committed relationships. Any dynamic that permits the occasional NSA hook-up is \”not following the One True Way\” (and worse, is \”filthy swinging\”).

Example: A submissive woman in a 24/7 Total Power Exchange might smugly tell a \”just in the bedroom\” submissive that a True sub would proudly wear her collar to work or the family reunion.

Within BDSM, the most pervasive instance I see of \”True\” is that of Sir Master Lord Top Domly Daddy Dom instructing others of the \”One True Way.\” He explains that men are Doms and women are subs; no woman can Truly be dominant. He scolds his submissive that he will play with whomever he wants and pay attention to her only at his convenience, and she should accept it all without complaint (and without her own additional partners), because a True sub would know her place. He brags about how he is a True Dom, unlike most of the fake male Doms out there, because reasons that fit his self-image. He lectures that safewords have no place in a True D/s dynamic, because more reasons convenient to his preferences.

This policing of other people\’s approaches — and the bullying used to coerce certain behaviors of others — ranges from annoying to dangerous. New people might fall prey to these ideas, or get overwhelmed by all the conflicting \”One True Ways.\” Some might even be lured into abusive relationships — or be taught to be abusive — while trying to follow \”One True Way\” advice.

Another problem with it — one that I think gets little notice — is that holding dear a \”One True Way\” does not permit personal growth or allow for self-discovery. Going back to Sir Master Lord Top Domly Daddy Dom, his \”One True Way\” often implies that he always will know best. His sub can never give feedback, because a True sub never criticizes or complains. He does not bother to take classes, or do reading, or hear suggestions from others, since any of those would indicate weakness, a topic on which he is not the expert, and therefore that he is not the one completely in charge. Besides, anything other than his \”One True Way\” is inherently wrong.

So, the \”One True Way\” stagnates. Maybe the relationship stagnates. Maybe the lives of the people stagnate. Or maybe Sir Master Lord Top Domly Daddy Dom does finally, through sheer chance, learn something new that he likes even better. And then he finds a new \”One True Way\” to press upon others, rather than accept that there might be different ways that work for different people and different situations. Of course, his True sub gets no say in the sudden relationship shift, either.

One other trend I noticed about \”One True Way\” and Internet dialogue: The OneTrueWayist spouts his From On High \”One True Way\” lecture on Topic X, maybe as a blog post or forum comment. Others counter that there are many functional, good, alternative ways to do Topic X. The original — or some second — OneTrueWayist ineffectively tries to argue for the \”One True Way.\” After further debate, the arguing OneTrueWayist retorts, \”This is a personal decision.\”

Yes. Yes, it is. That is exactly the point, and exactly what \”One True Way\” does not allow for: It is a personal decision. Different strokes for different folks. Your kink is not my kink and that\’s okay. There are as many types of relationships as there are types of people. And other cliches.

Follow your path, but stop insisting that everyone else should follow that exact same path.