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I’ve lived in several places in my life—including a far more sexually progressive Western Europe. Safe sex wasn’t new to me and since I’d had friends lost in the very early days of AIDS, I was quite aware that I needed to do what was necessary to keep my sexual partners and I safe. That being said, I then moved to Omaha. It was a different pace of life there and it seemed to be one rather small pool of dating incest. Access to toys and safe sex supplies was extremely limited. Nothing that the Internet couldn’t fix—if you had the Internet. I enjoyed my time there, made friends, and dated several fabulous women.Time came to go…I was in California on a house-hunting trip when I received a call that Ellen needed to move up the timing of the Lesbian Moving Crew who was scheduled to move my stuff from my place to temporary storage due to a scheduling conflict (there was a kegger at the park the weekend I originally planned to move, and half the crew wasn’t giving up that for me—imagine). She was informing me that they just went ahead and did it without me and I shouldn’t be surprised when I returned…and, oh, by the way, I’d need to stay at her place for a few days. Not a problem, I thought. How kind of them all to show up, even a week earlier.Upon my return, I was told that one of the lovely older ladies, who was lucky enough to pack up my bedroom, was quite astounded at the contents therein. She hadn’t seen most of my fabulous accoutrement before and it was reported that she spent much of the afternoon blushing and fondling the wares. She found my toys and lubes and all of the contents of my toy box. I was told she finally just started tossing it all into a great big box—saying, “Man, Ellen, does she use all this stuff?” Then, she ran across a pile of latex product, which she promptly raised up high and proud, and said, “Look, girls, these must be those dental dam things…look.” Oddly, when my stuff arrived in California, I found zero dental dams and zero gloves. But, I look at it this way—I didn’t break my back moving and I’m guessing safe sex had finally arrived in Omaha.

Remember when safe sex meant not getting caught? ~ Unknown
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