On Saturday night, my play partner at the swinging party ordered me to the kneel on the floor and suck his cock, and I delighted in obeying. He triggered my excitement by coaxing “thank you, sir” out of me and commanding me to bend over. I spent Sunday afternoon taking the first step to becoming a member of the Unitarian Universalists (you know, the ones with all the gay ministers and the crazy progressive sex-ed program). As I listened to the minister– the earnest and thoughtful minister– an epiphany hit me: swinging can be a path to discovering not only…