If the title doesn’t make sense to you, fine.

I’m tired. The party I mention in the video (see above) was nothing like I’ve ever been to before. An adult prom, only instead of going to school together, it’s called work. Balloons dropped, t-shirts were thrown “but only to the screamers” as were tiaras, tambourines, air guitars and glowy balls, swords and sticks.

Now, about the “men.” I think what my newfound friend meant was that there would be some young, horny boys that I would never be interested in, but maybe I’d do her a solid. No. No one I even wanted to kiss. But being there showed me that this SF trip is already perfect. There were reasons beyond men for me to come (as in come, not cum). Reasons I’m too sleepy to share.