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My friends
Emily and Melinda started a club called Cake. Cake's mission statement
reveals that it's "committed to examining and demystifying the
politics of female sexuality," and "is an active forum for
sexual exploration, education and discovery and is a safe, informative,
and enjoyable context for women's sexual expression. "
Those of us in the know that all that rhetoric is a thinly-veiled guise
to disuade less-sophisticated men from attending the hands-down biggest
make-out parties in New York City.
(Click here for Cake Party Part
One or Cake Party Part
Two).
Do me a favor: take your cursor, move it over the pic up above, click
the right-hand mouse button and view the photos' "Properties."
Do you see what it says? Yeah, it says "001.jpg," which means
that it's the first picture of the evening. We're at the party for less
than two minutes and a girl walks up to David, points at her friend
and says, "Hi, my friend thinks you're cute. Will you make out
with her while I take your picture."
Look! Half-naked girls in their panties dancing on podiums and touching
each other! Jesus!
Here's the party in all it's glory from the DJ booth.
Emma Jane Taylor and Jack Murnigan.
This is Chris. Grant and I met her back when we stripped for a Cake
party back
in the day.
David smooching more girls...
Shenali, Sara, and some other chick they went to school with.
Me and photographer extraordinairre, Jenny Schulder
Here's Comedy Central employee and living cartoon Steve Raizes.
After you're done laughing at my candy necklace (Hey, fuck you buddy
- chicks were biting off pieces...what would you have done?) make sure
to check out David in the background getting accosted by yet another
random girl.
Choreographer and burlesque superstar Ami Goodheart.
David was kissing so many girls that I figured...
...I'd better start getting in on the action.
Then I upped the ante and started making out with a co-worker!
Forget about that "kissing co-workers" or nonsense, Emma just
plain said fuck it and got up on the dancing cube in nothing but her
undies. Fuck Yeah. (Also, it should be noted at this point that she's
up there dancing with the infamous "tie off your weiner, professional
stripper guy" from when Grant
and I stripped).
Ami and I.
Emily and Melinda - the women behind the make-out madness.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, Ami busted out an
Orgasmo Head Massager and went to work on my scalp. Look at my face...I'll
tell you what, bliss sure ain't purty.
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