The title to the party stresses the PER.  A subtle difference from emphasizing PERV.  Most of the other parties I’ve visited at the CSPC definitely focus on the perv.  True to my introvert passion, my main interest at this party is writing while in the space.  I believe certain locations retain energy people have invested there over time.  If I unhinge my mind a little I can usually feel the aura of the place.  I guess I’m a hippie like that.  Trust me, sapiosexuals think I’m a hottie.

For my first attendance, I didn’t make it to the party until after 11pm.  (See also.)  Honestly, the whole thing is on par with a decent house party except here people might recognize my MtG tattoo. Specifically because you can only see it when I’m naked and I’m naked as much as possible.  The CSPC is the first public-ish place I’ve had the chance to be simultaneously naked and sober on multiple occasions.  Prancing around with the innocent glee of a 4-year old at the community pool, I’m thrilled on a very primitive level by my own nudity.

I don’t take my clothes off to get attention.  I do it because I love the feeling of air against my skin.  I’m pleased when someone compliments my appearance or let’s their gaze linger on my ample bosom.  Everyone likes looking at a pretty girl, it’s just a universal truth.  There’s even a study that says looking at breasts every day reduces blood pressure.  My BP is continually low and I see my boobs every day, coincidence?  I’m acutely aware my body is only a temporary beauty so I plan to lavish in the accolades while I can.  Like any true introvert, my real value is stowed away deep inside me.  Like a condom full of drugs.