Hell, I'd never even played spin the bottle before. Plus, prior to this party, I'd never kissed someone else's boyfriend or girlfriend - much less done so in front of them with their blessing. It's not like there's a lot of pansexual makeout parties to attend where I'm originally from in the Missouri Ozarks. The event invite made it clear that this party was primarily about making out and meeting new people in a safe, consent-based environment. As the name implies, at a pansexual makeout party, everyone is encouraged to make out with whomever they choose, regardless of their sex, gender, or self-identification. If you don't know already, a makeout party is literally just a party where singles and couples alike go to make out with both strangers and friends - and also drink, smoke, and talk with each other.
So after a day of sweat-inducing anticipation, I got stoned AF with a couple of friends, piled in an Uber, and journeyed to the candlelit Brooklyn loft where it would all go down. And at best? Well, I'd get to spend my Friday night making out with some beautiful men and women instead of eating cheap pizza, watching Netflix, masturbating, and passing out before midnight. I figured, at worst, " What Happened When I Attended A Makeout Party" would make for a great story. Some friends had invited me, and since making out is one of my favorite pastimes, I said yes.
A couple of weeks ago, I stepped way out of my comfort zone and attended my very first pansexual makeout party.