That's the great thing about WAM. It has so many possibilities that cater for everyone. For me, such an event would be a fun time with friends! iLike you, I also like the more adventerous side of WAM too. That's why WAM is so great!
Johnny_Yen said: Don't understand the appeal of participating in such an event.
In my opinion, without sex, WAM is pointless.
I suppose that's the real thing with a fetish (although I hate that word BTW!) - for many, it's not always so simply resolved with an orgasm. It can be oblique, indirect and unattainable - often impossibly surreal or difficult to make satisfying sense. A frustrating puzzle. It's taken me decades to resolve it with sex and sensuality against purely the purely visual. I've been lucky enough to live it out - as I'm aware you have.
I have to agree, though, that I would find doing this kind of even difficult without being able to call the shots about what happens when and how. My enjoyment would be quite incompatible with the other guests.
Johnny: why's it so difficult to believe/accept that people can enjoy getting messy simply due to the sheer (joyful/childish) act of getting messy (and messing up others)...?
I guess some people have difficulty separating their personal desires (self) from what they observe in others' behaviors. (not trying to offend, just observing)
My only complain here is the use of goggles (although with all kinds of food being tossed, it's understandable).
I once engaged in a birthday party pie fight (about 120 pudding and cool whip pies set up on tables) with about 20 people (half kids and half adults)....it was hilariously great FUN (no "turn on" or erotic component whatsoever, -- although the birthday guy and his girlfriend did start to make out in the middle of it all)...I can't remember laughing so hard in all my life (except maybe once on a hallucinogenic).
Yep, there is something remarkable life-affirming about doing something you should have grown out of when you were twelve. Life is too damned serious. If you're not going to go to a deserted beach and just scream for five minutes to let our life's frustrations, have a food fight, or a water fight, or play truth or dare or SOMETHING. Doesn't matter whether you're eight or eighty, letting rip is goof for you.
Love you, too
It would probably be a naked version though 
