I took off my shirt to make everyone feel weird. & Horny.

I crank the music up while I get ready for a night out dancing.  I will listen to anything – it’s just gotta be loud, throbbing & pulsating.  I’ve gotta be able to wiggle my ass & loose myself as if in a sex seizure.  I turn up all the lights so I can admire my dance skills as I do a reverse strip tease, sliding into stretch denim & stilettos.

My ‘get ready’ music gets me ready to binge on the glory of being the queen of the dance hall.  It sets the tone for the mindful indulgence of booze & unskilled but willing party boys.

When crazy awesome Patrick invited me to a dance party at his place, I made sure to get especially hot & ready.  Pussy Riot got me ultra pumped to get up on that living room table & shake the shit out of his Section 8 housing.

Uncle Awkward’s play list consisted of No Bra on repeat.  The first time I was like, “huh?”  The second through eighth time I was playing beer pong with vodka so I didn’t care.  But after two hours, I was ensconced in the chanting.  All the ladies started taking off their clothes; it was a subliminal sex song & I was its slave.

Doherfuckher, Doherfuckher, Doherfuckher …  So I did.  On repeat.

Tomata Fortunata  (Swellco & Swellco 69004d

To host your own orgy.

Doherfuckher

Doherfuckher

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