A friend noted a concern for people missing out, and how many led reall boring sex lives because they were never encouraged to see exactly where their limits were.
I can kinda see that. Not a fan of the thought of going back to the days of "you're a freak if you step off the Neapolitan spectrum."
But at the same time, I'm wondering where the fuck all these incels, truwe doms, and Wal-Mart christian greys are coming from. And as half of the Cheerful Domestic Pervs, reminding people that if vanilla is what they want, that's perfectly ok, is important too.
Or to keep the analogy going, I can offer a vanilla fan rocky road and not be offended if they turn me down, and not take it as an insult against my spoon.
I can also realize that some people will never like peaches or peanut butter or what have you. And wrapping it up in ice cream isn't going to change that, and that's ok.
Exploring boundaries is important, but just as important is making those explorations on the explorer's terms

I've had my stages of loving it, tired of it, trying not to mention it, and accepting it.
I've been everything from wide-eyed and enchanted to an artist chasing a muse to a blue-collar stiff just trying to make a dollar in them.
Doing so has doodled in the margins of my upbringing and background in dozens of ways I can barely notice until it's pointed out.
I was well into my twenties before I shook a woman's hand more often than I kissed it.
I've fought real-life wars with Shakespeare verses written across my gear.
The villages that raised me have been there through just about every life change you can imagine.
My preferred spot on Memorial day is a corner of a pub, surrounded by people in funny clothes, and that's before you take a look at the ghosts.
The life has left its marks on me, so to speak.
And, like anyone raised in a subculture, seeing it depicted in media for the consumption of those declared "normal" gets weird fast.
This must be what children raised in Hippie communes must feel like watching old Cheech & Chong routines.
I've seen the villages that raised me dramatized by the likes of Mike Judge, Christina Ricci, Will Smith, and George Romero, among others. Most of which I can laugh off, much in the way I imagine Christians can laugh off the concept of Jesus being a supporting character on South Park. Mileage varying.
I have yet to see American Princess.
I know my background is going to color the experience to say the least.
Maybe I'll enjoy it, maybe I won't.
I'm already seeing some Rennies reacting like gunbunnies bitching about an action movie's inaccuracies.
But, as I've experienced with War movies, among others, I've found that if the story is good enough to make a world I can enjoy, my disbelief can hang on the wall next to my cloak.