We all know about the TEA (Taxed Enough Already) parties and women who deplore the custom of bachelor parties but what about Tee-hee parties? Tee-hee party is the term I like to use in reference to "women only" sales gatherings during which sexual devices, aids, creams and who knows what else are demonstrated and sold. Sort of like a Tupperware or Avon party except the guest tend to giggle more.
While I have not ever been privy to such parties (why would I if I can find this stuff online), I can only imagine the amount of pointing and laughing that goes on during such affairs. According to my source, they refuse to call a penis or vagina by their correct names but prefer to use euphemisms like hoo-hoo and cha-cha. That in itself would have me rolling because we all know their proper names are joystick and muffin.
So there they sit, enjoying some chocolate, whispering to each other, pointing and laughing at every item that is brought out by the sales lady. She'll preach the pros of each item and explain how their love life can only benefit with the use of her wares. Then one at a time they slip off to a private room where the sales lady discreetly takes each woman's order.
Well whoop-de-do Botolf, what's the big deal about that? None really. I think women have every right to go to these parties and find something to augment the vibration mode of her cell phone to get her jollies. To me its not really fair. Women can have these parties and no one raises as much as an eyebrow but if a guy goes to a dark adult store or goes online to get leather suits with matching bridle and saddle with stirrups ( made with hand tooled leather ) he is considered a pervert.
What I'm kind of questioning is what would the social response be if men held such parties? Wouldn't that be interesting?
Imagine a bunch of guys sitting around drinking beer, listening to a sales guy present each item. Every guy laughing and talking out loud about the subject matter using an endless variety of anatomical euphemisms. All goes well until the more exotic items come out; "What the hell is THAT? Yes, I can see its a string of beads but what the hell do you....YOU STICK THEM WHERE? Ah HELL NO, I ain't using THAT!"
Then those items for the ladies' pleasure are presented;
Ed: "What the...if I give her that thing she'll never have anything to do with me!"
Dave: "Don't worry Ed, unless it can kill spiders or take the garbage out, you'll still have a job."
Ed: "Shuddup asshole, that ain't what I'm worried about"
Dave: "Scared of some competition?"
Ed: "Damn straight! Its just like drag racing. Whoever gets there first wins! With that thing she'll have an unfair start or worse, run races without me."
Dave: "Whats a matter Ed? Can't compete against the horsepower of two C cell batteries?"
(Laughter and fighting ensue)
Ah, just as well if we don't have such parties. For men, it really has become a ritual of going to sex shops who operate on the shady side of the law. Doing your best not to be recognized or be there when the store gets busted by the cops. Now where did I put my black trenchcoat and dark shades?
Botolf
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