To Watch Or Be Watched...Is That The Question?

In her blog my gal pal J. brought up the subject of playing in public, and the issue of voyeurism…and it got me thinking…

Public play…so much fun whether you are watching or being watched. However, as many of my friends know, I'm not much of a voyeur. I guess I'm the greedy sort who would prefer to be the one playing.

Yes, you can call me an exhibitionist, even perhaps an attention-slut. Oh wait, if you know me you already have, haven't you? LOL

J.’s question was partly about whether those of us who play publicly are cognizant of the voyeurs in our midst, or oblivious to their presence.

My personal experience is that I’m almost always at least partly aware of the eyes of the crowd, and yes, it enhances the experience for me. I’ve experienced this same dual awareness while dancing, and I can trace that back to my childhood.

(You know the little toddler who performs every time a camera is pointed in her direction? Yes, that was me.)

I enjoy this aspect of public play. I enjoy the feeling I get from knowing I may be providing entertainment to anyone watching. It’s a heady feeling; a satisfying form of service, I suppose.

I’m pretty sure this is not the same for everyone but it’s certainly my experience.

I’ve never thought to ask my play partners whether they are aware that my attention is being split between them and the audience, but now that I think about it, that would be an interesting conversation.

Food for thought, J., thanks.