Watching the viral video of an overzealous fan throwing a dildo at Adam Lambert reminds me just how uncomfortable sex toys make me. A fact that, as you can imagine, did me no favors when I attempted to unprude myself by attending a sex-toy party last weekend.

No longer do I feel bad for you, Mr. Lambert, because within the 20 minutes I spent participating in an erotic "icebreaker" called Pass the Dildo, a pink cock was thrown at me no less than five times. Yet, my sex-party distaste seems to be in the minority opinion. Women love these parties.

And I ask you ladies, why?

Read on to hear about the sex toy party from hell.

I hate passing around cock rings and giggling together. The only time I want to giggle around a cock ring is if my boyfriend's wearing it and he's getting me off.

I detest watching you debating the merits of vibrating bullets and edible body chocolate, because that means I'm forced to imagine your boyfriend using these things on you. And unless your boyfriend is Zac Efron, vom.

I absolutely have zero interest in watching you reach down your shirt and apply minty "stimulating" gel to your nipples in front of the whole class, no matter how many times the hostess says it's OK to show and tell.

And I definitely don't want to participate in a mortifying oral game of Who's the Baddest Girl at the Party?, where you share the time you had butt sex in Cancun with the bartender from Coco Bongo.

I just don't. So spare me the party, and spare me the purple dildos. I'll order my goodies online.

Beth Brennan is the collective pseudonym for Lemondrop's sex and relationship bloggers and their more "sensitive" stories.