You’d hardly call it a marriage. They only had sex as a couple about a dozen times. It was what was called an open marriage popular in the 70’s along with swinging, swapping, cheating, and just plain strappin’ it on! Three ways, four ways, all out orgies, voyeurism, toys, bi-experimentation, cross dressing, circle jerks, and oral – lots and lots of oral was de rigueur.
Bodies fueled by drugs and alcohol in the thrust of the sexual revolution. Everyone was doin’ it, doin’ it, and doin’ it a lot. Women would go out in pairs and packs to hunt for men. Men would usually fly solo with an occasional wing man.
After all that huffing and puffing most of us settled down to a monogamous whine. There were children to raise, jobs to be had, cars and houses to buy… America got us in the end. Free lovers turn more to a tea party than a beer bust.
But the beat goes on and in spite of the middle class upward climb the roar in our heads still echos. The chorus of a union song, the silence of a peace march… “Hell No! We won’t go!” We call out as death begins to court us. “Hell No! We won’t go!!
