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A really good article on swinging in south Florida. It touches on swinging's history, a look inside a low key and long running club, and a general review of the rest of the clubs in the area, including who each club caters to. Swinging through South Florida's underground sex clubs. The owner of Club Hedonism is a large Italian man in his 60s named Franco Monte. He can be found striding through his club with purpose, wearing black slacks, a black shirt, and a thick gold chain. His employees are diligent, because they know he's a perfectionist and they dare not upset him. Every inch of the club must be spotless. Every employee must embody a delicate blend of attentiveness and discretion. He says he wants people to think of his place as "the swingers' club where everybody knows your name." Like Cheers — but where the characters have sex with one another. And yet, Monte says, "It's about much more than the sex. People can have a few drinks and dance a little bit and get to know each other." Key to the experience, Monte says, is the anticipation of having sex. "A pleasure of the mind," he calls it. -
We received a letter this week. It started, "Dear Friends, After 30 years of publishing the finest line of personal contact magazines for people in the lifestyle community, the combination of social, cultural, and technological changes that have occurred over the years have inevitably taken a toll on the magazine publishing business. We regret to inform you that Connection Magazines will soon be ceasing publication of our five magazines." And it was signed by Patti Thomas. For those of you who remember, Ohio Connection, Pennsylvania Connection, National Connection, Midwest Connection and Cocoa 'n Crème were "the" way of hooking up with swingers before swingers' Web sites came along. For those of you who have never seen one of these magazines, imagine answering a personal advertisement by writing a letter, sealing it in an envelope, writing the number of the advertisement on the envelope, putting it in a bigger envelope, sending it to a post-office box address in Cleveland, then waiting, waiting, waiting. Seems improbable that anyone ever met anybody. It took lots of patience and perseverance. But sometimes it actually did happen. Maybe, for all the work it took, people were all that much more appreciative when it did.
