Like the party rules demanded, no one kissed me without my permission. In fact, after one of the couples finished with their kinky activities, I saw them hug each other and chat for a bit. More than that, though, it was pretty clear to me that no one was being harmed or forced into anything. The couple wasn't super loud, and there was enough space in the loft that no one was forced to watch, either. It didn't interrupt anyone else's good time, and it was kind of nice for me to see how much of a non-issue the whole thing was. Mostly, I was just surprised to discover that it really wasn't a big deal at all. In that moment, it became very clear to me that this was not a place where I needed to feel self-conscious at all, because everyone was focusing on doing their own thing. It didn't really bother me, but it didn't turn me on either. At one point, I saw there was some bondage stuff going on, and even some bare-naked fingering. Things got way kinkier than just an innocent game of spin the bottle. Obtaining Consent Was Mandatory For All Attendees This might have made me uncomfortable if my hair wasn't long enough to cover my nipples, it really came in handy later on. I wore a crop top and some faux leather leggings that a buddy let me borrow. Since I'll jump at any opportunity to wear half-shirts, I was pretty stoked about the party's sexy dress code. " Then, the second he saw I was wearing a crop top, he let me in. Almost immediately after he asked me to unzip, he added, "I'm sure it will be fine, but. He asked nicely, though, and didn't leer at all. Most of the men were sporting jackets and vests with bare chests underneath, and several women were wearing sexy lingerie.īefore the doorman could let me enter the party, he had to verify that my coat wasn't hiding a boring outfit. I don't think anyone at that party was wearing regular clothes. In fact, the invite specifically stated that anyone who showed up in regular street clothes or business casual outfits would be turned away, and they weren't kidding. I'm not sure if all makeout parties have sexy dress codes, but the one I went to sure did. All the discomfort I initially felt was worth it, though, because the night ended up being one of the best I've experienced in NYC so far. 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.