Austria. A themed party called Fuck Fest. What does that mean? In short: a male-heavy setup, with a ratio of about 1:3 – not exactly small numbers.
My husband and I usually enjoy these kinds of events, so we decided to check it out. The organizer was German, and in our experience, German-run events had always been well structured and fun.
We got ready and left in the late afternoon. But before we even reached the highway, we were stuck in traffic. That was followed by a lane closure, then pouring rain, an accident, detours… and eventually a much later arrival than planned.
Frustrating, especially because according to my profile I had been chosen as the evening’s “Goddess of the Night” – meaning I was supposed to kick off the event with a symbolic role at the altar.
Later we got an email from the organizer saying he couldn’t attend, but he was sure the Austrian team would handle things. By the time we arrived, around 11pm, the party was already underway – though there was surprisingly little intimacy happening. The venue, with its many small rooms, didn’t seem ideal for the theme either.
We looked around, had a drink, and would have liked something to eat, but nothing was available anymore. Upstairs there was barely any action; downstairs it was overcrowded and chaotic.
To top it off, on the way down the stairs I slipped in my platform shoes and took a painful fall – a shock I laughed off eventually, but not exactly the kind of start one hopes for.
We did try to engage, but the experiences were mixed at best. Some people didn’t respect boundaries, and my husband even had to step in a few times. Others didn’t bother with basics like hygiene, effort, or even taking their shoes off – something that really kills the mood for me. Just because it’s “only sex” doesn’t mean we shouldn’t respect each other: attraction, grooming, scent, and the feeling of being courted all matter.
Sadly, instead of excitement, the evening left us feeling disconnected. We couldn’t even enjoy each other properly with all the distractions. Finally, we decided: we came, we saw, let’s just go home. A shower, clothes back on… and no food, because there wasn’t any provided.
Driving back, we agreed once again: our Austrian friends are wonderful in many ways, but organizing parties might not be their strongest skill.