Adult Playgrounds

I found this half-baked idea for an "Adult Play Yard" posted in the appropriately inimitable Half Bakery by someone called "Senatorjam:"

"Similar to the ones at McDonalds, when you feel you need an escape, [i seem to need to escape frequently] you pop into this play yard, they give you a freshly laundered t-shirt and shorts, and you spend the next 15 minutes or so, swinging, sliding, playing in the ball pit, jumping on the bouncy castle, or just sitting and sucking on your thumb...."

First of all, despite some of the comments (nudge, nudge, wink, wink), I find it remarkably refreshing to learn that someone thinks of adult play in such comparatively innocent terms. Though all play is sensual, adult play does not need to imply sex play. Adult play, as depicted by Senatorjam, can be innocent and profoundly fulfilling. By using the term "adult play" and "adult playground" as a gateway to pornography, we do ourselves a deep disservice. As adults, we need to play with each other, lovingly, freely, innocently. Instead, by implication and connotation, we deny ourselves this experience, systemically.

An adult playrgound. A place for us to play together, with all the abandon and artistry we, as adults, are heir to. Giant swings and endless slides. A consummation devoutly to be wished.