My very first bottle of Grey Goose. Ain’t she precious! lol
Question of the Day: Is it okay to have sex at a friend’s house? Or more importantly in their bed?
Observation of the Day: Why the hell was I the only one who didn’t get laid at my own party Saturday night!?
DISCLAIMER: If you haven’t figured it out by now this post is going be a bit on the raunchy side, so bail now if your “uncomfortability meter” is starting to spike upward.
I know I promised a blog post chronicling my online adversity conquering triumph that is Metromix.com, but more pressing matters are at hand. Well, sort of.
This past weekend, as many of you know, I threw an after-Christmas shindig for some of my friends and family. However it is my foggy memories of the “after-party” that are giving me pause. Eight people (who shall remain nameless) decided, at some point during the party (which actually lasted til six in the morning) that they needed some sexual healing.
I’ve started to become more known for the “out-of-control factor” at my parties then anything else these days, and I’m not too sure how I feel about that just yet. I do know that my house is becoming more like a brothel with each passing soirée. A place where caution is thrown to the wind, where fantasies come to life and where the meek do indeed inherit the earth.
My own Moulin Rouge so to speak.
I guess that would make me Harold Zidler, which is actually pretty accurate, as, like myself, Monsieur Zidler is an overweight, control freak with self esteem and submission issues, who is never seen partaking in a love affair as they play out in droves all around him.
(Yes, this analogy may be on the side of overly theatric, but, really, would you expect anything less?)
Like I said I’m not sure how I feel about all this. Though, I do think that straight sex is gross (it so is, don’t kid yourself), I am a very sexual being and would never want to get in the way of anyone else’s sexual fulfillment. So if a couple of tipsy bedfellows discretely sneak away to my bathroom or bedroom to fulfill a desire during a crowded affair it shouldn’t be a big deal, right?
However, like I said, straight sex is gross, and it seems a bit rude for you to be sweating and gyrating about on someone else’s property. But then there’s also the fact that I myself have partaken in such behavior, so creating a “No Sex in the Dante Room” rule of thumb may be a bit on the hypocritical side.
So you tell me. Is sex at a friend’s house a no, no? Or simply excusable?
Until next time,
~D.A. Steward
