So where are all the kinky people? This is not a rhetorical question. We are everywhere.
One of us could be that barrista guy at Starbucks with the nose ring and earrings.
One of us could be that guy in the buisness suit walking down 9th street downtown.
One of us could be your boss's wife. Or your boss's husband. Or your boss.
One of us could be the guy who just repaired your furnace.
Or the lady who cashed your check at the bank.
Or the woman sitting next to you in church,
Or the woman standing behind you in line at the grocery store.
Or that respectable looking semi-attractive guy you meet jogging on the trail.
We are everywhere, but you won't know us until you get to know us. And even when you get to know us, we may not choose share our most intimate desires- unless, perhaps, you wish to be intimate with one of us, and we wish to be with intimate with you.
Sometimes, even knowing we are out there, does not necessarily make it less lonely for those who are seeking.