It’s a holiday weekend here in the U.S. The declaration of our country’s independence two hundred and thirty years ago by Congress as British and American troops waged the Revolutionary War. Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, the Adams brothers John and Samuel (Mmmm…beer…), and 52 other troublemakers and rabble-rousers signed the Declaration of Independence on August 2, 1776. Its language is awesome:

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” (Read More)

Gah, it’s just so cool! I can’t help it; American history makes me hard.

But, back to the “pursuit of Happiness” bit. Here’s a piece from the New York Press in that spirit:

According to Terry Gould, author of The Lifestyle: A Look at the Erotic Rites of Swingers, swinging started with World War II fighter pilots who cared for each others’ wives if the husbands were away or missing in action. By the time the Korean War ended, these communities had spread to the suburbs and the media dubbed the phenomenon “wife-swapping.”

As the movement grew and found its place in the cities, it has evolved into organized clubs and parties, where sexually open people may find ample opportunity for a threesome or an orgy. My introduction to the New York scene was through OneLegUpNYC, a service devoted to creating regular erotic soirées in upscale venues. The first party I attended was a “Take-Out.” The theme was Moulin Rouge Masquerade, so I wore a corset and Victorian bloomers with a Venetian mask. My date was elegantly dressed in black velvet. Scattered rose petals greeted us at the entrance and trailed up the stairs to the second floor of the lofty, mahogany paneled, gilded ceiling club. Already it felt like a fantasy. Condoms, lube packets, lollipops and candy necklaces decorated the candlelit tables. As the room filled, various characters emerged: a woman bearing colorful, glittering, naked breasts offering body painting; a buff man wearing nothing but crotch-clinging black shorts was available for back massages; and delicious dancers in elaborate burlesque sequin and feather costumes fluttering through the room, distributing pasties to eager women. My date watched and grinded behind me as I danced, kissed and caressed several women. Though I kissed a few other guys and he tasted the lips of a few ladies, it was clear that the females reigned in this space. We ended up taking a woman back to my place, hence “Take-Out.” (More)

Whether your plans take you to the beach, lake, campground or upscale Manhattan loft with decadence and indecency at every turn, remember the words of our forefathers: “And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutualy pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.”

That means we take care of one another.
On your knees, bitch.

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