Originally published on Deb on the Rocks

I have a theory that humans take a fancy to the things that keep them in a perpetual state of foreplay.  Not in a perpetual state of pre-orgasm, because as we have established, constantly living on the edge of a volcano could be a bit too much.  But foreplay, a continuous state of desire, arousal, exploration and craving, that is the human preference.

Baseball, politics, film, cooking, eating, organizing, Viggo Mortensen,
aquariums, god only know what you are into. I’m betting that if we
could start in the part of your brain where your love of whatever it is
you love resides and follow the sparking and frayed wiring past where
it crosses the blue synapses and the firing yellow connections and that
knot of red wire, we would find a glowing hotspot in your neural
network that’s throbbing and straining to break through a zipper.

That said, I love the roller derby.

I
love how those suicide chicks bang out a mash-up of competitive fire,
brute force, rock and roll, humor, nostalgia, camp, identity games,
S&M, fetish fashion and cocktails to create a girl-on-girl theater
of power. Photographed is Capital Punishment hottie hothead Moxie
Knockout.

MS took me on a surprise date Saturday night, and part
of the surprise was Derby de Mayo. I love the excitement of the jammers
trying to get through the pack, denied and denied again until finally
they fling forward and break forward to lead. Vicarious? Yes. Thrill,
yes, thrilling. And a certain turn-on for those of us who are wired for
it. I even like how the lead jammer ends each jam by tapping her hips.
It’s a sign language safe-word.

I really don’t know how big that
particular roller derby turn-on club is. I would tend to think duh,
everyone, but that’s because I tend to forget that not everyone is
wired exactly - like - me.
Which I think is full-tilt weird of other people, but I’ve come to
accept it. Luckily in most cases my wires cross with MS’ to create
electrical power to spare, and we tend to like doing the same things.
Living in a state of perpetual foreplay is even nicer when if you’ve
found your money shot partner. Six years now! I like it, baby, I like
it!

Editor’s Pick by Megan from Velveteen Mind:  I’ve read this post a handful of times and I still laugh every time I get to “I love the roller derby.”  The unexpected is what makes blogging so much fun and that is what makes Deb on the Rocks a sure-fire source of entertainment.

Check out the original post and then start poking around a bit on Deb’s blog…  you know she’ll get off on that kind of prodding, right?  Don’t forget to subscribe while you’re there because you won’t want to miss her takes on celebrity, politics, and sex.  She even makes charts for the sex-ed-impaired!