Party-space and reality-space. Our parties, as most of you know, can get a little... wild, for lack of a better term. I won't even mention the orgies in the hot tub. Even without the cloven fruit, public affection gets a little deeper than out in the real world. (It's like the MOO, where licking, watering, and setting people on fire are common greetings, but most of the people don't like it when you lick their face in a restaurant.) Some people are good at playing in this space. Some, less so. I, for example, have difficulty bringing myself to fondle a woman's breasts, even after being invited. Go figure. And then, let's not forget my complete - believe me, /complete/ - and utter - believe me, /utter/ - obtuseness when it comes to being flirted with (just ask Marilee).