FIVE STRANGE ASIDES - a Blog Post by spunkycumfun

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3/4/2017 1:02 pm

FIVE STRANGE ASIDES

This post is my contribution to the twenty-eighth virtual symposium organised by the supreme cult leaderess, pocogato12. Please visit the Virtual Symposium Group's #28 Participant List Link March Topic STRANGER in a Strange Land post to read other contributions to the 'Stranger in a Strange Land' virtual symposium.

Here are my five offerings of strangeness:
1. Steve Strange - see above - was the singer in the group Visage which had a big hit, Fade to Grey, in the early 1980s. He was an influential figure in the rise of the New Romantic movement. Steve Strange hosted many club nights in London and had a strict policy of only "the weird and wonderful" being allowed into his clubs. He once refused Mick Jagger being admitted to one of his club nights. His clubs were far too trendy for the likes of me!

2. The closest I’ve come to stranger sex was in a sex club. Minding my own business but naked in a jacuzzi, a woman came up to me, grabbed my cock and placed it inside her pussy while her partner just watched. No words were said as we had sex, though I did say thanks after we had sex. That was a zipless fuck!

3. The strangest land I’ve visited is Dubai. Though uncomfortably hot and humid, what made it strange was that it’s full of very rich people being serviced by very poor people. I know that’s always the case but the extremes were particularly glaring there. Dubai's obscene wealth and abject poverty made for a very strange experience. It felt surreal but unfortunately it was very real!

4. The strangest sexual act that I’ve done is scat, yes poo! It was not something I thought I’d do or something that I thought I’d enjoy at the time. But it felt quite exhilarating doing something that’s widely regarded as taboo. It was fun, except for clearing up the mess afterwards. I’ve long wanted to blog about this but I’ve always shied away until now because of how it’s seen as very taboo.

5. One of my strangest experiences happened in Philadelphia in 1997. While attending a conference, I was having breakfast in a hotel when a waitress told me that Princess Diana had just died a car crash in Paris tunnel. I then bought a newspaper to read more about the news. While reading the newspaper I saw a photograph of a family friend; it was Trevor Rees-Jones, the only survivor of the crash and the only person wearing seat-belts in the car. He was a bodyguard appointed to look after Dodi Fayed and Princess Diana. He was my brother’s wife’s sister’s husband at the time; that’s my quickest claim to fame!

What strange things have you done?
What strange places have you visited?
What strange people have you met?

Though some people may think otherwise, I don’t regard myself as strange. Whenever I talk about feeling strange to people, they invariably say they feel the same. That makes me think I’m not strange, not least because we’re all strange! Feeling strange, it seems, is normal.

I now reserve the word strange for people or things I don’t understand and that certainly says just as much as about me as other people or things! But I do find Donald Trump strange, very strange and worryingly strange! I just don’t get him or what he stands for at all, and that makes me worry because he holds power!