Tuesday, May 17, 2005

The Swing Set

Last night, I ended up at the home of K. and M. for dinner, conversation, and play. It was rather odd being the innocent party. It's a situation that I have been unfamiliar with for quite some time. And, horror of horrors, I fear that I was a sore disappointment.

I had never (knowingly) been invited to the home of swingers. They looked like such nice, ordinary people. And I felt like an impostor. I gave them my card, which now seemed trite compared to the bondage wall before me. Who am I trying to kid with my antics? Miss Mew, indeed!

My outrageousness is a matter of context.

I must hurry now and change. They are not finished with me yet. I'm afraid that they will try something for real. I'm am equally afraid that they won't.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

this makes me want to throw up...this has absolutely nothing to do with art

6:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

but if it was a painting or a photo of the event it would be ok? come on knight...


8:36 PM  
Blogger Anne Walk said...

whether or not this post has anything to do with art, is always subjective. i can't really speak to the comment except to say that i'm glad that my post was provocative enough to illicit a gut response.

10:21 PM  
Blogger ivanpope said...

I'd like to say:
- who said this was about/had to be about art
- surely it is absolutely about art
- it is not even simple to say what the posting is about
- it certainly is art, whether to do with art or not

3:30 PM  
Blogger Anne Walk said...

thankyou, Ivan,

let's get married.

4:52 PM  

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