I've always been a total wierdo, but even at sixteen, when I was a desperate, frustrated incel, if a girl (in this case, a peer) had to get sloshed to be into me, it'd freak me out.

Pretty much through my entire romantic career, meeting at a bar instead of a café was a red flag. Sex always seemed like a sober activity. Or more exactly, sex supplies its own drugs. Morover, once someone was not coherent enough to do crosswords, it was clear they weren't clear headed enough to consent to fluid exchange.

Granted, there are two factors that inform this attitude: One is my parents were sloppy drunks and went to sloppy-drunk parties. And I never wanted to be like that. The other is I made my way into the kink community in my twenties, and mixing drugs or booze with kink was geberallt known to be dangerous like mixing drugs and booze with motor vehicles or guns. (At least in my corner of the kink community. Also breath-control was a no-no and kids seem to be choking each other all over the place, nowadays.)

But then, I've never been a frat dude, or even the kind of guy who'd ever be sponsored to join a Greek house.

Fyi it takes 5 seconds to edit the words back in...or just rewrite this yourself. It's text on white background.

You are the real one when cops are called and only this woman is the one getting arrested.

Edit: actually wait, all of you are getting arrested. Why are there drugs at the party.

I get the notion of this but in college if someone shows up at my party sloshed, does drugs, and passes out. They're getting raped in a different way; the EMS and hospital bill. Sorry, no one wants to deal with that shit.

So, most p*rties

Is the censored word drags?

Dregs

Is there a handy rhyme (like with snakes) to help the average so-and-so spot these rapists in the wild?

He baiting