I recently found myself copulating on a couch in an expansive Manhattan apartment, surrounded by glistening, naked strangers. I’m not a swinger. I’m not addicted to sex or porn (though if you search my browser history, you might find some questionable URLs…). I guess you could say I’ve always been sexually adventurous, but it’s nothing that could be classified as a fetish or weird.
When you move to New York, no one really tells you that you might have to survive a sex party. There are plenty of tips on how to enjoy Mission Chinese, or pick which neighborhood you live in, or fight through a 25-minute delay at Queensboro Plaza, but public sex? Mom left that one out of the “good luck in New York” speech. Perhaps she -- or you know, someone not as icky to hear it from -- should've included that tidbit, because sex partying is not as easy as you'd think. Here are the 12 rules you absolutely need in order to survive one.