Episode 93

Good morning, good afternoon, good evening. Wherever you are I hope you have blue skies, a breeze on your back and sand between your toes. Welcome to That Other Lifestyle podcast. I am your host Jayson, leave Vanilla behind as we talk about two years.

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Hello. A week ago, the inky void pressed down upon the aft deck of a cruise ship, it’s raging charge of existential erasure being beaten back by bright souls surrounding me. Here the wild things vibed, the lost boys and girls, charging with full abandon towards the second star to the right and straight to till morning.

300 people dance, live, rave, touch, love. Neon soldiers holding the line against the inevitable dawn. 300 and me, wanting to fight the sun back down below the horizon, for one more hour, one more minute to stay entranced in the music, the pulse, the fervor. Unique, vibrant special humans inhabiting the secret silver sliver between reality and a dream, shifting to the bass line and the tide, lost in the middle of the Caribbean sea, sailing through the canyons of Atlantis, we few, we happy, we horny, crashed against mediocrity of modern mundane modality in a tsunami of sound and life.

I stood still in the swirl of people, again apart, again alone, in a special kind of loneliness that manifests around myself like crystal shards, dancing to the broken rhythms, not a good dance, not a dance that anyone will notice or celebrate but dancing, nonetheless. Do not weep for souls like mine, the lonely ones, because we can be surrounded by people, my people, my friends and still be slightly off beat, off center, irregular distortions out of sync with natural and unnatural pulling upon currents and comrades.

My wife smiled, a smile of contentment and happiness. Friends danced with us. I felt good. Yet I was alone for my own reason with a present to myself, by myself, a goblin hiding away his shiny golden trinket in a cave.

There be echoes in our lives if we listen, if we mark time. There was an echo that night on the cruise that was special for me, for reasons I did not share with anyone. Reverberations of a choice, aftershocks of the choice to start this podcast, that slammed into my chest with the beeping of an alarm on my phone I set last year. My friends would have celebrated with me, cared, possibly found a piece of shitty cruise ship cake and a candle for me but they did not know.

Somewhere around 2am I shuffled back to our cabin, leaving my wife and friends to continue their battle against the night, continue their war to matter to an indifferent cosmos. As my glitter-covered body crawled into bed, I smiled because when the clock hit midnight on Feb. 16^th that was the two-year anniversary of my podcast. And I didn’t say anything to anyone around me. It was mine.

My accomplishment would have added nothing of grand value of all this. A night where the firmament was shaking, the gods peered down and for a few hours, people were free. Let them have their joy because this was my joy. No ballads will be sung for this story. No banners will fly.

February 16^th was the two-year anniversary of this show. We made it home on the 17^th late at night. I finally showered off the glitter and ocean from my body and crawled into a bed that did not move in a room that was not wobbling. I sat down at my computer on the 18^th and attempted to write, hoping I could pull off a whole new script in 24 hours. I did not. Five times I wrote out a couple hundred words and five times I deleted those words. They were not good words. They were not the right words.

I found myself in the throes of emotional and physical depletion and those words I wrote reflected that. They were not the right words for this kind of episode. They were not words of celebration. They were the words of a man who had his vitality sucked out of him by a vacation he needed a vacation from. So I waited. I let that week pass and tried again. Happy I did.

Now I write from steady ground, steady head and steady heart. Good words maybe. Happy words. This may not be a good episode though. I have learned after two years of producing episodes, that the ones I write and think, this is fucking great end up being meh to a listener and the episodes I am lesser proud of in a way, those are the ones that seem to hit the hardest. The ones people come up to me and talk about. The ones that echo.

I asked my wife if she wanted to join me for this episode and she gave me a no. My wife is real. People have met here. She is beautiful, my angel, my inspiration, my best friend and she does not like the sound of her voice recorded. She does help with the writing, bouncing ideas around with me.

To everyone out there who listens, lifestyle, vanilla or curious. Thank you. Thank you for giving me time every week.

Time is the greatest gift we can give people. Money is fleeting. Sex is temporary which I know all too well. The heat of passion fades fast after the front door closes and the guests leave, but time. To physically give another person your time, that means a lot and I understand the value of it. I know there are people who have listened from the very first episode. There are some who found me through word of mouth. There are others who stumbled on this show and wondered what the hell is going on. Thank you everyone. One day I hope to meet all of you on a beach, while I sit in chair that defies the laws of physics, where I can watch the sunset and sunrise and never move.

Let me share about the cruise and get that out of the way. We went on the Fantasea 2026 cruise out of Tampa, seven days on the ocean. My simple assessment of lifestyle cruises. Do you like cruises? Do you like the lifestyle? Would you like to go on a cruise with lifestyle people? That’s it. If you answer yes, then go do it.

I know there are other shows and content creators who will push these motherfuckers hardcore. They will promise you seven days of fuckery in tropics.

A couple of heavy truths for anyone thinking about doing a lifestyle cruise. You will not have as much sex as you think you will, entirely possible to have zero sex with anyone but your spouse. You will be on a ship for a couple of days with the same crowd so if there is no one that you want to fuck, it ain’t like they will get cycled out for a new crowd. Although there was this interesting phenomenon where I would see an absolutely beautiful woman in the crowd during the parties and then never see her again. Convinced that she was a siren who climbed on the ship just to party and left at dawn.

If you are like me, you will have a moment where you are filled with all consuming dread at the thought of the cold unforgiving ocean on the other side of the railing, thousands of feet deep and the only thing keeping you alive is a floating tin can. Oh and I get sea sick.

Want to know something that sucks about cruises. Cruises pull in lifestyle people from everywhere, everywhere you do not live. Specifically I meet awesome people on the cruise and they live on the other side of the country. I met a dude and he is a really cool dude, we could vibe and go axe throwing and be like guy friends. But no, he lives hundreds of miles away from me. You get off the boat and think, I would really enjoy hanging out with that couple in a platonic way but no. And his wife is stunning with the kind of body and soul that makes you want to know more, you had a taste and then poof, the elixir is gone. Distance sucks. Oh but you can chat with them, not the same.

Here is the second or third great truth about lifestyle cruises. The crowd on cruise ships skews older. Shhhhh. This knowledge seems to be a whispered secret that no one mentions in marketing materials.

The crowd that goes on cruise ships is older. Older than what? I don’t know what point to measure this but there is a definitely a bias here towards people, couples who have the disposable income, like thousands of dollars to drop on a cruise and the ability to take off seven days of work. Being 42 myself, am I in the older crowd?

How many people in their 20s or 30s have the disposable income and time available to go on a cruise versus those in their 40s, 50s and 60s and up. And yes I saw people in the and up category living their best life going into the playrooms. You get it, get you some, Doris, retired librarian from Topeka Kansas and her husband Jim, retired used car salesman, shuffling out that playroom in your cruise ship provided bathrobe at 2am to see me, smiling at them, stumbling back to my cabin, loaded, twisted, tired. I know what you did in there. You did things that would make a porn star blush and clap for you.

No clue how the median age of a cruise compares to a resort which historically are cheaper. No verifiable demographic statistics here besides what I have seen and common sense. Do not go on a cruise expecting to be surrounded by hundreds of people in 20s and 30s.

If you already like cruises, go do a lifestyle cruise. I remembered on day two of the cruise that I am prone to sea sickness which came back on the 6^th night. I realized on day 3 that half of the day is spent relaxing by the pool and I am terrible at relaxing. My wife fusses me about relaxing, and I know I am bad at it because I love stimulation and doing and going and movement. Sitting down is the worst.

There are people who love cruises and they want to know about the cruise. I made the mistake of mentioning at work that I would be going on a cruise. Which then meant questions from people I don’t want to know the truth of what I do when I am not working. Have a cover story, find another vanilla cruise in the same general time frame and location as the one you are going on as a cover story.

I did this for the last lifestyle cruise we went on. Found a vanilla cruise leaving out the same port around the same time. Even had got the name of the ship. Told a coworker the cover story, turns out she knew the fucking ship I used in the cover story. Started asking me questions and specifics. Mother fucker. Be vague. Never give out more information than you need to about what you.

If you have done a vanilla cruise and enjoyed it, you will love a lifestyle cruise. No one is paying me to push this. If in the future someone wants to sponsor me to go on a cruise, then I may go on another one. Am I in a hurry to get back on a floating city for a couple of days, surrounded by water and full of horny people, not really. For you, try it out.

And to answer the question, oh but how does this one compare to that one and this other cruise, there are a couple of lifestyle cruises out there. I have been on two cruises. I will say I had more fun on the Fantasea cruise. We went the Risque Lifestyle tribe so that helped this time around. Our first cruise, we went alone and made friends along the way. This time we had a tribe of heathens to hang out with. They are all relatively the same. Find one that works for your schedule and budget and go.

My goal on the cruise was not to find fuckery, my goal was not to promote this show, my goal was not to explore tropical islands. My goal was to disconnect. Disconnect from my identity as an employee, as a podcaster, as a content creator. I wanted to disconnect from chat groups, from social circles, from pressure. I wanted to simply be me, Jason with my wife.

To my credit, I only mentioned the fact I do a podcast one time to two porn stars because I wanted to connect with them through the art of creation. That’s it. I am the absolute worst at self-marketing and hopefully one day I will have a social media manager to handle all that for me and make me do it.

Disconnecting. I recommend this if for nothing else you realize what connections you have back on land that matter the most to you. The people in your life who are not on the ship with you that you want and need in your life. The people you miss even for a week.

You will realize the people you are willing to fight shitty cruise ship Wi-Fi and international texting rates to connect with. There is something beautiful about sitting on the balcony of your cabin, staring at the ocean, drinking a cup of coffee and knowing someone back on land is doing the same thing at the same time as you, hundreds of miles away. There is something even more beautiful about getting nudes while drinking that cup of coffee. Enough about cruises.

Two years I have been doing this show. 93 or 94 episodes. Steady output baring holidays, stress, illness. I am proud of this show. I am proud of what I have created. Is it perfect? Fuck no. I have said dumb shit. I have made mistakes. My audio quality has been spotty a few times. Still learning how to edit and if I should leave all the breaths in or take them out. Fun fact, I never listen to my own show after it is published. Not that kind of person. Once it is done, it is done and moving on. It is thrown into the ether of the lifestyle and I never look back.  

One night I did listen to an episode with friends while I was totally not on psychoactive substances, watching the walls breathe. I did not have the great wonderful idea of listening to my own voice to see what I sounded like while tripping balls. Didn’t happen. If it did happen, even in a altered state, it felt like the most self-serving, vain act ever. Very uncomfortable and do not recommend. Very self conscious for a good hour after that and I required big cuddles to help.

Have I thought about stopping? Yes. I have thought about stopping many times. I think anyone who creates also thinks about not creating. The moment when you lay awake at night and wonder if it is worth it. Does it really matter? I don’t get much audience participation. I don’t get hundreds or thousands of likes. I don’t have a giant community anywhere. It’s just me. And my microphone. Sharing my imperfect, tumultuous journey through the lifestyle. The mad hermit rambling in his cave sort of thing.

Quitting. Someone once asked me how do they know they are no longer newbies? At what point are they considered true swingers or lifestyle? I did not have an answer for a long time and one day a few months ago it hit. You are officially a swinger, no longer a newbie, the day you think about quitting. Same as with a podcast, the day when shit gets heavy and hard and you wonder if it is worth it, yeah no longer a newbie at being a podcaster.

Every fucking time I think about quitting this show, seriously stopping, I get an email from a fan who lights up my heart. That keeps me going. That and the belief that somewhere out there, a woman masturbates to my voice every week.

Last year I did have big plans for new courses. Still have those rattling around but I am easily distracted, by women. Titties. Life gets in the way. This is my part time gig and I still need to be a good husband and friend and employee at my vanilla gig, so yeah those take precedent. While I do identify primarily as lifestyle, my entire social network is lifestyle, everything we do for fun is lifestyle, still have to pay the bills.

And about the lifestyle, despite what others will tell you, it is not all sunshine and rainbows and no strings attached sex. The lifestyle can be really good, it can be very bad, it can be ugly and so damn weird. That’s the tagline for this show. Sharing the good, the bad, the ugly and the weird. I started this show from a place of honesty, and I want to continue doing that. I want to talk about the subjects that others shy away from, look at the gnarly sides of what we do, bring topics and conversations into the light so people know they are not alone. Like butt stuff and what is the etiquette for leaving socks on during sex.

A few weeks ago my wife and I were at a Mardi gras parade with some vanillas. One dude there noticed that I am in very good shape. He started asking me about diet and exercise. If you take nothing away from this rambling sentimental episode, you are never too old to change your body and the secret is consistency. That’s it. That’s what I told the guy. But he had more questions. So I asked his age, he said 50. Okay then I asked if he has had his testosterone checked. He said yes. Actually I asked about his test levels and told him morning wood is a decent measure if his levels are in a good range. Since I asked in a roundabout way about his pecker, he then shared that he has trouble in the bedroom like he was sharing his bank account balance, his will and his third grade report card. His words.

I didn’t blink and it didn’t phase me one bit. My response was oh, so your dick doesn’t work good. Have you tried Viagra? Is it a physical thing or mental? You know it’s normal enough and there is treatment. This man lit up. I realized this man was probably super uncomfortable talking about his pecker, sex, any of that and my happy ass didn’t care. He was hiding this from the world and standing in front of him was a man who was willing to have this conversation from a place of nonjudgement and help. I didn’t share where all my knowledge came from or share why I know what I know. But this dude, he realized he wasn’t alone. That matters.

You are not alone. You are not weird. Your struggles with the lifestyle, I promise someone else has been in those same shoes. Someone else has dealt with it. Does that mean they have the answers? No. Does that mean I have the answers? No. Sometimes knowing you are not alone matters more. You are not alone in feeling jealousy. You are not alone in feeling weird. You are not alone in feeling unwanted, unloved, unincluded, excluded, dejected, rejected, happy, horny, desperate, needing, wanting, words and words and words. You are not alone.

I know last year I shared a lot about my mental health struggles. My self-induced mental health struggles. There were causes. There were reasons. I struggled. Fully admit that. Since then, it has come up in social circles and social situations. People have asked about it from places of concern and I recognize that. People have brought it up from a place of not concern and I look them in the eye and say yes, I had a mental fucking breakdown what about it. I own and face what I went through.

Some people will tell me that I am not alone to which I tell them they are not alone. I have been public about my struggles because other people struggle. Think about how many men hide the fact they can’t get hard. Now how many people hide the fact they are struggling with their mental health. Or dealing with jealousy or feeling of inadequacy. We are not alone. None of us.

Halloween last year, at 3am, a woman with green hair and wild makeup had a deep conversation with me about OCD. Sitting in a hotel room in New Orleans, I was dressed up like a rainbow unicorn, wearing silver chaps and rainbow underwear for context and I am getting schooled on OCD by a woman 15 years younger than me and I was completely sober for this. That conversation resonated hard with me, hard enough that I had to go searching for answers and fuck me I got diagnosed with OCD. Not the handwashing kind. Not the compulsive counting kind. Not the afraid of germs kind because then I would never go into a sex club again. This is a different kind called Pure OCD.

Me sharing what I went through and deal with now, managing my OCD as best I can, other people have opened up about their own struggles with me through conversations and emails from listeners. I know it sparked conversations somewhere on this planet for a person to say I am not okay. For a person to look at their wife and say I am hurting. For a woman to look at her husband and say I need help.

If sharing my story in all it’s convoluted glory made someone else realize that they were not alone, then it was worth it.

There are people who helped me on my recovery. My wife first and foremost. And friends. Friends that I love very deeply and dearly now. I can say that. I will say that to them often because our relationships in this can transcend sex if we let them. I’m not a therapist. I have no training in anything of value to anyone. If you are suffering, do not carry those burdens alone. Say something, please.

Disconnection was good for me. Disconnection from the humming purple nerve cluster of the lifestyle pumping adrenaline and dopamine into our veins. I found clarity leaning over the railing of that balcony, totally not on psychoactive substances, talking to myself about myself in a voice that was not myself. The shadow self, lurking, nodding, smiling with a toothy grin of welcoming. Look upon this truth Jason and shudder it says. I disconnected from that fleshy monument and admitted something to myself.

Here is my confession because what would an episode of this podcast be without a wild confession shared with people across the world I may never meet. Speaking of being alone, this one. I know I am not alone with this. I know people carry this worry in the back of their minds constantly, after every date, every conversation, every time they cum on someone else’s dick.

Memories flash of when I heard this nuance in the voice of others and could not give it words. Memories flash of when I was alone, surrounded by heathens. Memories flash of when I was disconnected from the nerve cluster and didn’t realize it.

 I have not fully enjoyed the lifestyle since last February. A year of my life that I realize now I didn’t fully engage, enjoy, live. Held back by invisible, unnamable, uncaring chains. I suspect most people won’t get this. They won’t understand and I am okay with that. But one person will. Maybe Doris from Topeka Kansas. Feeling like you are not doing the lifestyle right, even though you don’t know what right means.

It’s not living a lie. Not being forced to do anything I don’t want to do. I will be the first to say no pecker and go to bed. Not that. More of living another person’s story, going through the motions of what I thought the lifestyle should be versus what I enjoy.

This thought did prompt conversations with my wife. Conversations that started at the end of December and maybe have found a resolution, a balance we can do. You know communication is good between two people when they talk about something before the reason for the conversation manifests. Our dynamic has evolved since we started the lifestyle and this may prompt another evolution in the ways we operate. We can both share openly and honestly the aspects of the lifestyle that light us up, fuel us, fulfill us. Maybe it took me a whole year to finally figure out mine. Not sure where this will go but hey let’s find out together.

Across two years, I know a listener can hear and feel my own journey, my wife and I, our journey through the lifestyle. I will be the first one to say I don’t know let’s go figure it out together. This show is not created from a place of authority but curiosity. The advice is from inside the rocket ship, frantically turning knobs, hoping we land safely, not the passive observer watching the launch.

There are topics that are important to me that I will continue to talk about in the future. First is that the lifestyle is a culture. One of the guiding principles when I started this show and something that separates this show from the pack. I treat what we do as a separate culture with it’s own rules and etiquette and lexicon. Sometimes it is very confusing but it’s a culture all it’s own. Transmitted through oral tradition, constantly evolving, the how we do what we do, the why, the where all these things matter. All these core ideas should be honored and shared. And fuck me it is confusing for newbies to walk into this.

I tell people this show sits at a very important point in someone’s lifestyle journey. I am not the show you consult to decide if you should become ethically non-monogamous. I am not the one to tell you if swinging is right for you. No fucking clue. It’s your marriage, you figure that out. This show is for the people who made the jump and are now standing around confused on what to do next. Where do you find other lifestyle people? How do you do a date? What websites do we use? What the fuck is the deal with pineapples?

That’s where I want to be. I also don’t want to cater to the vanilla gaze. There is lifestyle content out there that their primary audience are vanillas. The vanillas want to peak into our culture, gawk, judge and then run away ashamed they learned something new. They want to whisper to their friends over wine that they heard a podcast talk about a 40 person orgy or read smut books and fantasize, never dare giving voice to their wants.

I ain’t here for that. One of the big reasons I don’t do sexy stories or audio porn every week. I have stories. I have my own wild nights and plans for more wild nights. I got one thing on my bucket list taunting me at this point and all I need is a hotel room, a couple of hours alone with a willing friend with fuck me eyes and lube, lots of lube. But that’s mine.

I don’t want what we do to become a peepshow or porno. Yes we have sex. Sex is actually very little of what we do actually. Maybe 10% of what we do involves actual genitals. I spent a week on a lifestyle cruise and didn’t make any new special friends. And that’s okay. I still had fun. If as content creators, we always focus on the sex, bigger, grander, more bombastic the sex, then we lose the culture, we lose what makes us special.

It’s funny on the cruise, there are people from all over the States and international people, and consent was there. The rules of consent were respected by this crowd. Had a lady ask before she gave me a hug. Which is wild that despite distance and local etiquette our respect for a person’s body autonomy and the need for consent is near universal in this. My show wants to answer the question of how do people learn that? How do we share that value? How do we make people aware of that important value? I am not going into that right now, let that be a rhetorical question for future Jason to ponder another episode.

A topic I have talked about in depth is communication. Learning to communicate what we want, need and are looking for honestly. A lot of couples tell me that the greatest benefit they have experienced as a couple is not the sex or the parties or the friends. It is communication. Communication gets better with time and practice. Now some couples don’t understand communication, and I know some who burned bright and quick because they didn’t figure out how to communicate with their spouse.

Communication is so much more than just saying, want to fuck? Communication is learning how to say no. Being able to say you are uncomfortable. Telling someone you are attracted to them. Asking a person if they are interested in fuckery. It can be is misaligned expectations or boundaries. It is being able to stand in the middle of an orgy and say no I don’t want that penis.

Another topic near to my heart is testing. STI testing. As a collective group, we take our sexual health very seriously. You hear me talk about STDHero.com all the time. Partly because I have a promo code for 15% off your order at STDHero.com, that’s TOL15. Using that code supports the show. The other reason I talk about STDHero.com is because I like them. I know the owners and they respect our culture. Yes you can get tested anywhere, by anyone. Go do it. Go get tested however you can in the most affordable way possible. Depending on where you are there are free options available out there. If you need to get tested, STDHero.com.

Making sexual health a priority is another aspect of the community that I love. People talking about their status, sharing their results. Having conversations. Yes we have turned down potential sexy time partners because their sexual health practices did not line up with our own and I don’t feel bad about that at all. No harm, no foul, we moved on.

Word to the newbies out there, if a couple is asking about your testing status and your sexual health protocols, they want to fuck you. Big green light flashing, these people want to bang you and this is one of the last hurdles in the way.

The lifestyle means a lot to me. It really does. The people are amazing. Somehow, we have found our own little tribe of heathens in this world. Somehow, we have made friends that are truly ride or die. The kind of friends you call at 2am to come pick you up at a shady motel at the edge of town, no questions asked because they know not to ask questions when you have that look in your eyes, no questions about the mysterious glowing orb you are carrying, your missing shoe or the flash burns on your face. Normal Tuesday night for me.

Seeing each other naked helps. To the newbies who are hesitant to get naked, comfort comes with time. Proud of myself, on the cruise on the deck, pulled off my shorts and let the sunshine on my pecker. Felt nice.

Some of the best conversations, the best connections I have ever had with other humans is between rounds of sex. It’s a magical time when barriers drop, people are honest and they laugh and share. Then someone gets horny again and fuck around some more. Some times the best times are sharing a cup of coffee with a friend, with your clothes on and just talking. To the newbies, you will have these and many more reminders of what it means to be truly human. Find more chances in your life to be human with others.

My vanilla buddy and me started a new habit together. We text each other every day. No long text chain could be as simple as I saw an interesting bird this morning. We do this because we lead very different lives and it’s hard to see each other in person. He is out being an awesome dad and husband every week and I am a fucking degenerate. Last night he texted me, hey remember the band trapt? I had to go remind myself of that band this morning at the gym. Do you remember trapt, they sang headstrong? How about Cold or Hinder?

We have been keeping this chain going since December, even sent him a few messages from the cruise. Life is weird. I was on a lifestyle cruise surrounded by naked people and he was at a wholesome family theme park. I told him look for pineapples to find the fun people.

Tell you what, since this is officially a birthday episode for the show. Two years old, as a present to That Other Lifestyle, text a friend today. Tell them you are thinking about them, tell them you care, check in on them. Do that for me. Send a nude. Send a flirty text. Tell someone to sit on your face today. Tell someone you are happy they are in your life. Plan a weekend adventure with someone.  Tell someone you love them, tell someone you miss them. Tell someone they matter. You matter. You matter to me. Thank you.

In honor of this show and this milestone, my personal plan is to go to the aquarium. They have otters. It doesn’t always have to be sex, I can do wholesome things sometimes too. Rarely. This one time. I’m going back to fuckery after this. Fuck you February and your no fuckery, oh everyone is busy and its cold, stupid damn month. Bring on March.

Thank you for listening and tuning in every week. Make sure you tell a friend about the show. Thank you to the love of my life, my wife who is on this wonderful lifestyle journey with me.

If you want to reach out, ask a question, suggest a topic, send me an email to host@thatotherlifestyle.com. My website is thatotherlifestyle.com.

My personal disclaimer, I am not a medical professional nor a trained and certified educator of any kind in any way. I am a guy with a microphone, sharing my personal experiences with you. This podcast is for entertainment purposes only and please join us for the next episode. Go to STDHero.com, use my promo code TOL15 for 15% your order and get tested.

Whatever you may do today or tonight, I hope you do it with enthusiasm, consent, curiosity and a little bit of spice. You are appreciated, loved and I will see you for the next episode.