The off-campus Halloween party is this weekend. I didn’t go last year. My introversion and social anxiety can inhibit me from attending bacchanals.
The wildest parties I’ve witnessed have been in divinity school. At one I remember, a gay seminarian was receiving lap dances from female students. A stuffed animal was dressed in a bishop’s mitre and “ordained” some of partygoers. A basket full of condoms sat on a table. A faculty member in attendance explained that since we’ll be devoting ourselves to lives of service after seminary, we deserve to “blow off some steam.” Waking up next to a classmate the following morning is common after these festivities. I’ve gotten to “know” a couple of classmates myself after parties.
I haven’t hooked up in a while, preferring to indulge my lust with “specialists.” “Amber” might be incentive enough to go this year.
Amber is a classmate in an ethics class. Slender and petite with wispy brown hair, she’s a promising candidate for a romp. She’s an avowed feminist spouting off about the sins of “the patriarchy” and the oppression of binary heteronormative norms and the like. “Sex is a political act,” she once pontificated in an online forum. Most of the radical feminists I’ve encountered are either lesbians, sex negative, or just plain ugly (and often all of the above). Amber might be different. I imagine that when properly lubricated, even SJWs can’t resist the lust of the flesh.
Let’s see if I can peel off her jeans.
Lutheran Guilt 