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would never know what I had actually worn, and I fully intended to go shopping to pick out something a little more me .
     

 
     
Chapter 5: The Search for Sex
     
    After I had reheated and eaten my leftovers, I called the Salon and made reservations for two. I was determined to convince someone to go with me; I wasn’t ready to face fetish all alone. With Sal out, I wondered who else to ask. I promised myself that Frank would be my last ditch option.
    I sat down at my desk to sign up for my anonymous email account before I began my evening’s research. For a screen name, I selected Mistress Em. It was strong, evocative and about as subtle as a Las Vegas marquee . If attention was to be had, I’d have it.
    I tapped on the browser icon, launching a new window. While my home page loaded, I scanned the Yahoo headlines. I subscribed to a variety of general, technical and entertainment news feeds, which meant there was always something interesting to catch my attention. I was a news-junkie and the stuff didn’t have to be quality. The latest celebrity trial- du jour was as interesting as the most recent Mars surface tour. Both equally strange and unusual .
    I sipped a cup of wine and began serious research. The lasagna was reminding me from my gastric depths that I wasn’t Italian and had no right to eat that much starch in one sitting.
    Come to find out, Seattle was a haven for the sexually adventurous. We had the weekly newspaper ; The Seattle Alien with its notorious sex columnist Dirk Wild; the yearly Seattle Erotic Art Festival; the woman-centric sex shop, Babeland ; and even a non-profit organization called the Seattle Sex-Positive Community Center (aka ‘The Wet Spot’) that operated a “real-life, membership-based community center for the benefit of the Pacific Northwest’s sex-positive culture.” And these were the light and fluffy side of it all.
    There were local venues for Swingers, BDSM/Leather/Fetish, Bathhouses, Spiritual Sexuality Workshops, Polyamory, Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual/Transgender Resources, and last, and certainly least, Clothing-Optional and Speed Dating Events.
    Why weren’t the “ Regular Woman Seeks Regular Guy ” types this organized? Maybe you had to specialize in order to successfully fraternize .
    I decided to try one of the chat rooms Frank had suggested. As the page loaded , i mages of many half-naked men and women began popping up . And there was nothing particularly artistic about any of them.
    The site allowed me to indicate that I was a “woman” seeking a “man” and to select between such interests as “1-on-1 sex,” “Group sex (3 or more),” “Erotic Chat/Phone Fantasies,” “Bondage and Discipline,” “Cross-Dressing,” “Exhibition/Voyeurism,” “Miscellaneous Fetish,” as well as the mysterious catch-all of “Other Alternative Activities.” The site boasted 171,616 members in Louisiana alone. Yummy. I started simple, with a search for “Anything” with “Anybody 18 to 99” in “Washington State.” That seemed broad enough.
    The search returned a page of penises.
    Reflexively, I closed the lid of my laptop. I took a long sip of wine before lifting the lid to stare at the array of shapes and sizes. Some were full torso shots, while others were just of Mr. Erection himself. Each photo also contained a few short notes such as “46 year old man looking for women or couples (two women).” Only one photo in the list showed a man with his clothes on. He was sitting next to his dog, with a pleasant smile on his face. But then I looked at his text, which read, “44 year old Man. Looking for Women, Couples (man and woma n), Groups or Couples (2 women).” He was, literally, looking for anything with anybody. Was the dog some sort of advertisement?
    What man expects a woman to reply to such a personal ad? But it had to work or there wouldn’t be so many ads. I suddenly felt as though I had stumbled upon proof-positive that aliens live among us. The trouble