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Cuddle Party...Dumbest..Idea..Ever

So I was on Facebook and I see a newsfeed by my boy/Jeopardy homie, JW, asking if people (if presented with the idea) would be down for a cuddle party. A cuddle party? WTF is a cuddle party?
(Notice not a BROWN face up in that mug...)

So...he posts this link to: which had the following description:

A Cuddle Party is: A structured, safe workshop on boundaries, communication, intimacy and affection. A drug and alcohol-free way to meet fascinating people in a relaxing environment. A laboratory where you can experiment with what makes you feel safe and feel good.
This playful, fun workshop has been a place for people to rediscover non-sexual touch and affection, a space to reframe assumptions about men and women, and a great networking event to meet new friends, roommates, business partners and significant others.
Can Cuddle Party restore your faith in humanity? It just might. But at the very least, you’ll have a great time, and leave feeling relaxed and inspired.

WTF??? Lames..fucking..Idea..Ever! Are you serious? You mean to tell me I show up in my PJs somewhere and I get to hug up with some random folks for no damn reason??? I know it isn't about "sex" but are we that attention and affection starved that we have to host parties for it? GET OUTTA HERE! What if I end up with the old man with a raging boner? Or an old lady with a leaky bladder? Or I end up with someone with a terrible case of lice or crabs? OR  (and this is more likely)..I end up with the Biggie Smalls joker all hot, sweaty, and ruining my nice Frederick's lounge clothes???

Nah..patna..I'll pass.

I do have some friends (well..a friend ...two actually)..who really do call chicks up just to cuddle. But in those instances..I think "cuddling" is just code for "let's fuck when we get tired of cuddling". LMAO! I can't do that. What I look like calling up a bunch of friends...telling them I'm having a "free-love", Hippie-style "cuddle-in"? What are we cuddling for? World peace? Acceptance? Gay Marriage and Equality? C'mon least cuddle for a purpose if we are going to have this huge party!

These cuddle parties seem like glorified masturbation sessions and I wants (yes WANTS) no parts of that. Count me out I'm cool with some post-coital cuddling with my boo. We lay there..20 MINUTES TOPS...and then go to our respective sides of the beds until the morning when I make french toast w/ strawberries and you go home..(LOL). .

 I know the human touch is key to our survival as humans. We need affection and love. We need to feel wanted, needed, and desired. But a party just for cuddling is weak! And a bit deranged and unstable. Would it restore my faith in humanity as the website claims? Probably not. 

It would solidify to me that human kind is crazy as bat shit.

Would you attend a "Cuddle Party?" Or do you think this is a ridiculous concept?


  1. Omg! Lmaoo!! I have never heard of such a thing. It sounds like a bunch of people with too much time on their hands. *smh*

    Cracking up at this line: "What are we cuddling for? World peace? Acceptance? Gay Marriage and Equality? C'mon least cuddle for a purpose if we are going to have this huge party!" LOL!!!!

  2. ummmm, no! in fact, i won't attend any type of "meeting" or networking event that i envision to resemble anything similar. and believe me, there are several hippie-style groups making a come-back. at the least, groups and orgs are infusing hippie-style principles. i ain't for it. i don't even like ppl like that.


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