Eroticon not a meat market
F riday night, I lost my Eroticon virginity. In doing so, I had to overcome two years of fear of the event. But I subscribe to the theory that it is necessary to fling yourself in your phobia arena in order to overcome it. During my freshman year, still fresh off the boat from the affluent Bible-belt Texas sensibilities of my upbringing, I heard about Eroticon and was frankly disturbed. Of course, what I heard was not a truthful representation of the event, but rather a doozy of a freshman rumor about the sanctioned orgy, complete with sex rooms and mattresses on the floor.

