So, you’ve done it! You’ve purchased a sex swing! You’ve gone ahead and joined the ranks of….the people with sex swings. It’s safe to say you’re not playing at the amateur level anymore. Congratulate yourself on your excitement, your pervy-ness, and most importantly, your willingness to hang yourself (or others) from the ceiling. Most people don’t give it much of a thought when purchasing the swing, but in order to make sure no one crashes down to the ground and hurts themselves, you’re going to want to put a big ole eye hook in a beam in your ceiling.
By doing this, you are making a bold statement, and one that most people, even in the vanilla world, can figure out. Something big gets hooked there. Looking around your bedroom will likely yeild nothing in the way of punching bags or other miscellany that might be hung from it.
What’re they doing in your bedroom anyway? Narrowing their eyes, clucking their tongues, and knowing exactly what you get up to in the wee small hours, getting extreme kicks out of things they’ll never understand. This is not their business. They have no right to form negative opinions based on this newly discovered information. We all make sometimes significant concessions to friends and family in what should be our private space. Or at the very least only open to those who wouldn’t mind (or those who would immediately call “next!”) Humbly, I submit to you, tell them to fuck off.
Hell, I get a perverse thrill out of the fact that the giant beanbag everybody loves in our guest room is a Liberator Zeppelin. Yep, that’s right, designed to fuck upon. And we really push the envelope with the two 30″x40″ canvas prints on the wall in our bedroom, both of Marilyn, one nude but covered, and another in a corset, gloves, and stockings, taken at Desire. These are photos that would embarrass her parents more than me, so if they want to come up and get all judgey, bring it.
I’ll assume, however, that since you are reading this article, you’d like to know how to hide a sex swing. Throw it in the closet.
[Cooper brushes his hands and walks off.]
Oh, the swing isn’t really the problem, is it? It’s that eye hook that you ran over to Home Depot to pick up. The massive one. The one that’s going to gleam its stainless steel gleam from your ceiling, daring your guests to wonder what its nefarious purpose might be. And it’s not like it’s the seventies or eighties and you could just throw a macrame planter on that bitch.
So, what’re we going to do?
Step 1: Buy a sex swing.
I’m going to just go ahead and assume you have this step covered. If not, why don’t you head over here and pick one up and support Swingset in the process.
Step 2: Determine where to hang it.
This is important, because you want to have freedom of movement, as well as floor space for partner two to stand to, um, put it in, slip it up, do one or two odd jobs. (Name the movie/play and win our prize!) The OTHER part of determining where to hang this swing is figuring out the support. So find a stud, then ask him to use a stud finder to find the stud in the ceiling. Drill your hole, screw that eye hook in and hang that swing up. Why? Because then you can do step 3.
Step 3: Fuck in the sex swing.
Oh c’mon, you’ve been waiting long enough, don’t you think? Parents aren’t coming over now to inspect your bedroom ceiling after all. Hang the swing, throw your partner in it, and go to town! This is also a good opportunity to check your aforementioned freedom of movement. Because you want to make sure that this thing is in the right place for real. If not, sadly unscrew that bolt and add spackle to your next Home Depot shopping list. Then repeat Step 2.
Well, then, you’re done! Congrats, you have a sex swing that you’ve fucked in. That’s gotta be a sexual bucket list thing to check off, right?
Wait, what? Oh. You’re not ready to tell your parents to fuck off? Or the niece that likes to lay on top of all the clothes late at night on Thanksgiving? Gotcha, well, we can’t all be as belligerent as me. You’re probably better at that whole winning friends and influencing people thing. So don’t worry, we’ll move onto phase two of this project:
How To Hide A Sex Swing Eye Hook
Step 4: Buy a smoke detector.
This one is easy. And remember that this thing won’t be actually used, so don’t read the box to find out its features. The only burning it’ll be detecting is the one in your loins, in that Skinimaxy way. So, just head over to your local dollar emporium and pick yourself up the finest piece of shit smoke detector you’ve ever seen. Just make sure it’s as deep as your eye hook’s eye.
Step 5. Break that smoke detector.
Open that bad boy up, take out its guts. You don’t want to have to change the stupid battery on this thing after all, or spend an eternity trying to ignore its incessant chirp. Pull out as much of the electronics inside as you possibly can. Drill a hole in the center with that same drill bit that you used to start the hole in your ceiling.
Step 6. Attach smoke detector to the ceiling.
Line up the holes (something you should be relatively good at, being non-monogamous) and screw that thing up. (Something else you should be….never-mind.) Odds are, that eye hook in the center is going to be more than enough to hold the smoke alarm in place, but if not, go ahead and use the screws that came with it.
Step 7. Fuck in the sex swing.
Go ahead and do this again to celebrate. Also to make sure the shell of the former smoke alarm doesn’t crash down upon you.
Step 8. Hide that sex swing!
Throw the sex swing in the closet (or possibly the laundry first…depending on how filthy you are, and how washable that swing is) and put the top of the smoke alarm onto the base, hiding the eye hook, and creating a perfect camouflage.
No one will be any the wiser.
You know, except that firefighter guest who notices there’s no red light to indicate that it is working. But then, you could always show him its true purpose.
And seduce him. Just a suggestion.
Life on the Swingset wants to know, how do you camouflage your sexual implements?
About CooperCooper's life isn't like other people's. When he's not writing or podcasting at Life on the Swingset, he's living it up as an evangelical swinger drifting toward poly, spreading the good word that "sharing is caring." He truly believes that a good many people would be open to exploring the fringe of human sexuality and relationships, knocking down the borders between orientations, and experiencing the most basic of human rights: great sex, if only they were told it's okay to do so. He has resolved to change the world, even if it's only one couple at a time. Be his friend on Facebook – Follow him on Twitter