Romance writer Chloe Thurlow

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Orgy – One Way To Find Out Who You Really Are

Orgy is such a gorgeous word it’s like a mantra and sometimes I find myself saying it over and over again as I walk down the street – orgy, orgy, orgy.

People look at me as if I am really sad (or entirely mad) but we all have an orgy fantasy and mumbling my mantra probably does a lot more good than harm – it reminds people of their subliminal desires, their antediluvian instincts.

People tend to think of an orgy as a swingers’ party where exactly what gets inserted into whom is less important than the daring of being there nakedly doing the inserting or receiving the insertions like a letter box with junk mail.

The lucky dip (more often unlucky dip) of dropping car keys in a pot for an accidental night of wife swapping is as passé in cyber times as writing thank you notes and personal letters, although I still do when Mother deigns to give me a gift.

Orgy Happens

If we travel back down the human highway to Ancient Athens, the orgia was about sex; yes, of course, it’s always about sex, but practitioners liked to think of it more as a fertility rite, a pleasant way of realizing ecstatic union with the divine. There were many cults known as Hellenistic mystery religions. The most famous of these were followers of Cybele, where nocturnal orgies ended with the initiated in a feverish trance and the priests being castrated. They knew how to party back then.

The Romans – more bourgeois than we would like to think – invented the Bacchanal – an orgy with lashings of good wine. Drunk sodden sessions where servants ended up inserting themselves in the masters’ wives got so out of hand the Senate set about trying to suppress the revels, something not achieved until the Christian era when God replaced the gods and man, made in God’s image, felt obliged to take on God’s doubts, inhibitions and imagined rules. And of course, when there are rules man (and woman) feel obliged to break them.

The best orgies are unplanned. They happen. At least, that is my experience. You go to a party. You see your boyfriend kissing another girl and immediately have a desire to kiss her too. His hand runs under her skirt and you find a stranger’s busy fingers undoing your blouse. You’ve had two glasses of champagne and a cocktail containing who knows what; Spanish Fly, I imagine.

Music throbs like a heartbeat. The room is lit by flickering candles. Shadows waltz about the walls. Your blouse is off and you are still kissing the unknown girl while your boyfriend, soon to be ex-boyfriend, runs her panties down her legs. He bends her over the arm of the sofa. Your lips part and the unknown man fills your mouth with his insert. Decadence is an aphrodisiac.

Orgy Instincts

As the music changes tempo, you move on like Pavlov’s dog, shedding more clothes and discovering who you really are and what you really want. You are a human animal. You were born to breed, our only real function. You like sex. You like a lot of sex. You like variety. And you like girls just as much and maybe more than you thought you did.

It’s easy to understand why the Romans introduced the grape to the saturnalia. It lowers your reserves, your hang-ups, our body image obsession. In the twilit world of the candles, with the curtain sound of the music, with our boundless capacity for dissolution and betrayal, the orgy is the most normal of all human instincts.

“Orgy” illustration by Sattu Rodrigues

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4 Discussions on
“Orgy – One Way To Find Out Who You Really Are”
  • Orgies are clandestine, thrilling places to be where you can explore your self and others without having to worry about the morals of those mean spirited souls who are excluded from such exultant experiences. I prefer planned orgies where all the participants understand the subtleties of anonymous, but no less passionate, sex. I used to go with a girlfriend to the partouzes in Paris where group sex is a practiced ritual of intense, collective love. We left together with our relationship strengthened, not threatened, by the mutual adventure. We did have unplanned group experiences with guys we met in the sauna in the French Alps, and with the guys around the swimming pool in Cyprus, and occasionally with friends at home.

    It is certainly something to try at least once.

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  • The orgy seems to have passed me by and now I am beginning to regret it. I take from your blog that we should try everything and do everything. Sadly, I have left too many boxes unticked.

    • Why has it passed you by? You could go and watch, experience the atmosphere without actually involving yourself. I have ticked many boxes, but only the ones that incited me to do so. I would never tick a box merely for its own sake.

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