Toothing.
I don't get this. Nope, I really don't.
OK, I didn't get the whole dogging scene either, of sex in semi-public places with an audience. The closest I came to understanding it was interpreting it as having a kind of JG Ballard Crash style vibe going on. (Incedentally, isn't Cronenberg's Crash one of the sexiest films ever made?) But I don't know: maybe the dogging scene's lack of appeal for me reflects certain insecurities I have about my appearance. When you have a condition that affects the way the way one looks, you're gonna have those insecurities.
Anyway I prefer to build stuff up. You can't get seriously down with strangers.
But toothing: it's basically casual sex tacked onto bluejacking. In a way, it had to happen. I've been known to bluejack in Huddersfield, and if you ever got bluejacked in a bar or bookshop there, then yes: it may well have been me. I'm a mischievous person and I like fucking with people in a non-malicious, playful way. But bluejacking for sex has just a bit too much of The Dice Man for my liking. Too... random. I shag people for their brains first and foremost - if I like the way someone thinks, paradoxically it tends to send blood coursing away from my head. Funny, that. Being attracted by looks before anything else is fraught at the best of times.
Anyway: here's a FAQ file. You never know, you might like it. Good luck.
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