HELLO, SWINGERS We don’t always find ourselves at Project Transitions’ twice-a-year swings (summer’s Texas Swing and this weekend’s Holiday Swing), but that is no reflection on the events, themselves. Well, maybe it is. See, we get seriously flustered with that much hot humanity all gathered in one place. Sentimental Journey or Alvin Crow notwithstanding, there is only so much sweet simmering sexual tension one lone lezzie should be expected to take. And yes, despite our tacky tendency to boil just about everything in this community down to its sexy quotient, this event stands on its own as being erotically attractive. Truly, what is more delicious than a tender, caring heart? And this group is chock-full, simply brimming, with big-hearted lusciousness. At this point we’d like to shout out our own sexygram to one particular PTer: Jason Rosen, you are one hottie bo hottie, and we think you are the cat’s meow. There. We said it. (And not just because you and I could be mistaken for brothers. Except you’re purdier. Though, you do look oh so Gay Placey when you wear a certain pair of specs.)
This article appears in December 4 • 2009.