Bondage, Sex Photos, Perversion and More

I am a kinky person. I admit it. I don't flaunt it, but I don't hide in a corner when the subject is mentioned. This apparently unnerves some people, especially the Stepfords.

Last night we were invited to Graham's for a "games night" party. During these sort of parties quite a few of Bill's friends and their wives get together to play some sort of trivia game or cards. It's often just an excuse to sit around and talk with one another. Last night was no exception.

The cards were barely dealt when the snottiest of the Stepfords remarked, "Did you hear they sentenced that perverted artist to 30 years in prison?"

Dead silence. After our last party I suppose I should have expected nothing less.

Following what I assumed was my cue, I queried, "What exactly did this "perverted" artist do to deserve a 30 year prison sentence?"

"Well," she responded in a voice that was almost gleeful, "he's 60 and his girlfriend model was 19. The pervert was convicted of contributing to her death."

"Something perverted he did contributed to her death?" I asked, fully aware that no one else was about to say a word.

"Well I don't know. He gave her morphine and valium and that killed her. But when they searched his studio and his house they found all kinds of sex photos of her doing God knows what. There are all kinds of bondage photos." Obvious emphasis on the word 'bondage'. "He deserves to go to prison. The things he did contributed to her death and he tried to cover up his perverted activities with her."

"I can't speak to whether or not he was guilty of contributing to her death or if he got the sentence he deserved, but I have to ask what exactly was perverted about the photos he took?"

Once again a snotty reply. "I told you - sex photos and bondage photos. No telling what he was hiding. You never know what anyone is hiding." Nothing pointed about that remark, eh?

Before I could really stop myself, not that I wanted to, I replied as sweetly as possible, "Sex and bondage. Well you can't really blame him for hiding that. After all, not everyone has accepting friends like we all have here. I imagine he felt he couldn't share with people that he was a little kinky. Many people can't because they're often surrounded by puritanical, judgmental, I-can't-remember-the-last-time-I-had-sex people." Nothing like a 'if the shoe fits' remark to bring the conversation to a screeching halt.

Yes I know. Less than tactful but a lot more polite than I wanted to be. For quite some time now the Stepfords have given me grief because I'm Bill's nurse and therefore "the help". They've frozen me out during conversations at parties and frequently attempted to make me feel less of a person than them because I don't have the sort of money they do and because I actually work for a living. Ordinarily I would never put up with attitudes like this but Bill's my boss and these are the wives of his closest friends. Out of respect for him I've tried taking the tactfully assertive course - a course that has had almost no success. Tonight I suppose I'd had enough.

On the way home Bill laughed and said, "Well bossy little woman, you certainly sent your message loud and clear tonight."

Before last night he really didn't get much of a glimpse of their behavior. Since at parties they tend to separate - men in one area, women in another (how archaic is that?) - he's usually not around when the comments start. The few times he was aware I always persuaded him not to say anything. I didn't want him to lose friends over the ignorance of their wives. I usually just let their comments roll off my back.

Now that the situation is clear to him he's decided to take a stand. No more parties with the Stepfords. He will simply hang out with the guys and if that doesn't work, he says he will make the choice to let go of their friendships. I respect that he is willing and eager to take a stand for me. I don't need him to, but it's nice to know he wants to.

Isn't it sad that people can be so petty and narrow minded?