Sex party decorations the morning after.

This week, our intern Antonio Reis, a first-year at Wesleyan, discusses his rude awakening to campus life:

Every September, Wesleyan University's Eclectic Society -- infamous on campus for being a Mecca of musical culture and a bastion of recreational drug use -- invites students to "Get Fucked." This year was no exception.  

I had no clue what to expect from the people I had stalked on Facebook over the summer and only recently met at orientation. But there they were: 700 students of every class year in the porn-plastered foyer wearing nothing more than bras and G-strings, boxers, jockstraps, etc. I had on a new pair of black and red Aussiebums (that's 40 U.S.D. wrapped around my nether-parts) under a white hoodie. We all crowded into two large ballrooms where video porn was projected onto the bare walls. In one corner was a massive Alice-In-Wonderland-esque armchair that was so big it required a step stool to get into. I threw my sweatshirt under it.

A writhing mass of sweaty bodies danced to the tunes of uber-hipster DJs. Women painted to look like marble statues struck poses on pedestals around the room. Two kissing booths were set up: one with a set of female twins, the other with a set of male twins (all four were students). A hut adorned with lace was constructed in one corner, filled to the brim with cushions and pillows for couples in need of semi-privacy and comfort, stat. There were so many condoms in different flavors and textures scattered around the rooms that I actually slipped on a pile of them...

The courting had begun. Attendees scanned the room for the most appealing coochie/peen. Some even consummated relationships right then and there. As I crossed the room for a bathroom break, I witnessed my first live sex act: a naked couple made love standing against a wall while a crowd cheered them on, chanting with every pelvic thrust. Coming from a conservative Catholic family, this environment where sex was no longer taboo was entirely new to me. I couldn't believe I had the freedom to sample BOTH of the kissing booths, without judgment. This was why I came to Wesleyan.

At nine the next morning, I returned to Eclectic in search of my zip-up. Campus was a ghost town, everyone probably still asleep and naked in each other's beds. The building was locked, so I snuck through an opening in a front window. I looked around at the disastrous state of the room -- at least the video of the woman thoroughly enjoying a lingam in her yoni was no longer playing on the wall.

After much searching, I found my hoodie on the balcony: wet, dirty, and probably a bio-hazard. A few washings and it would be good as new, though. Not sure I can say the same about my innocence. --Antonio Reis