by Sara Ness
A few weeks ago, my roommate and I threw a party at our apartment. We hosted two local food-artisans – a maker of raw chocolates, and a master of imported Chinese tea. At some point somebody picked up a drum, and then there was music going; ecstatic dancers started to dance; the Integral group started talking philosophy in a corner; and people were massaging and cuddling each other all over the carpet. The party was a resounding success.
Towards the end of the evening, a friend of mine texted to ask if things were still going, and if he and some buddies could come join in. I said sure. When he showed up, he brought with him two of the most attractive men I’d ever seen. One of the two I knew vaguely from Authentic Relating Games, and other events around town – a tall, muscular, highly successful guy who did nonprofit work, and was involved in mens’ groups, and cooperatives, and probably gave to charity . . ....