Billing himself as “the other Daniel Stern”; not to be confused with the actor from the Home Alone and City slickers movies, Hollywood screenwriter, Daniel Stern, sets out to pen an “insider” account of the of the so-called ‘swingers lifestyle.” What he ends up with is what amounts to a mix of user’s manual, letters Penthouse Forum, and drooling account of a guy with a wild imagination, who spends too much time watching internet porn.
Stern’s goal may have been titillation, but his descriptions of the participants in this “lifestyle” end up coming off as sad, desperate, delusional and twisted. The story reads like a psychologists dream; loaded with enablers who go out of their way to aid the often sick fantasies of those around them.
Stern’s talk about the rules and courtesies that participants live and act by seem supremely laughable where the swapping of bodily fluids is part and parcel of the acts these folks participate in. If Stern was hoping to recruit new participants into the flock, I can’t imagine that anyone would find this to be a welcoming sales brochure.