Brain Drippings (Blog)

June 3, 2026

I'm literally interrupting my own writing of the previous blog post (Neocities) to report on something happening right now at the cafe table three feet away from me. Two old men (older than my dad - both at least 60) are having an extremely sexually explicit conversation about gay bdsm activities at full regular conversation volume in the middle of a busy cafe. The conversation just keeps getting more explicit, and obviously they must be aware that everyone around them can hear exactly what they're saying - including the employees behind the counter who are also about three feet away from the pair.

Oh, how I love eavesdropping. And now a baby has begun crying elsewhere in the cafe, adding to the absurdity. So, these two men are not a couple, because one of them has mentioned his husband. Did they meet through a bdsm interest group? Is this their first meeting? What is the purpose of this meeting - are they planning to hook up after, or do they just want to have a conversation about their mutual interests? I can't even convey how explicit this conversation is - whatever you're imagining, I promise it's more - but they're carrying it on in such a casual tone, as you would use with any everyday conversation topic.

Sorry if you don't want to know about this, but if I'm having to hear it sat here in a public space, you're going to have to read it on my blog. They were onto the topic of fisting. One of them seems to be taking the lead and speaking more, and he was saying that he could fit his entire hand inside a man (!). But then he told the other that he knew a guy whose anus got completely split in half and was flayed open (!) and couldn't eat solid foods anymore. So you have to be careful... I expect conscientious readers of my blog will appreciate this cautionary tale.

Neither of them have that particular "gay intonation," either, so they sound just like two old guys discussing any old topic - except I'll tune in and they're saying something like "you're touching something inside him that no one has touched," or "you've got a bunch of boys lined up who want to try e-stim."

I also got to hear the top/bottom exchange, of course, which was interesting since I've always kind of wondered how that goes. (Hasn't everyone privately wondered?) One of them said "I'm usually receiving and I tend toward the submissive side of the dominant/submissive dynamic because it makes you feel..." and I think my hearing turned into static at this point because I can't remember the rest of the sentence. Then he asked "what about you, giving or receiving?" and the other one replied that "I'm more of a bottom but I can top." Well, there you go! Ask and you shall receive (literally).

Ah! They're both heading out now. And another clue: "always good talking," which means this was not the first meeting. And "I'm not sure if I'll go Sunday" - the end of their conversation ramped down from the explicit details and was dedicated to logistics of a few upcoming meetups. So they must just be friends who both partake in the gay bdsm scene around town. Fascinating. The things you learn, if you hang around public spaces frequently enough. Reminds me of the conversation I once overheard between a plus-size fashion designer and a mortician... but that's a story for another time.

And since I've been typing furiously on my laptop the entire time they were sat here, they have no reason to think that I was shamelessly eavesdropping - though I mean really, how could I not? It was not so much eavesdropping as being sat in immediate proximity with a functional set of ears. I was avoiding glancing at them, but if I'd raised my eyes two inches above my laptop screen I would've made direct eye contact with the one facing me... Man, some people really have no social fear. It makes me think about all the things I could have done if I wasn't so scared of how I was being perceived by total strangers.

This is exactly the kind of thing I made a blog for. Giving the people the stories they need. I'm glad such a serendipitous happenstance presented itself for my telling. And now I guess it's back to writing my much-less scintilating post about neocities.