Sex ed for the masses.

The whole site runs on four words. Only Humans Score. Clean. Put it on a mug.

Then I added the rule: and never just one — three players minimum.

…Yeah. I heard it too. We’re all adults here. Well — thirteen and up, with a parent’s permission, which is its own joke for later.

Here’s the thing: you heard it dirty, and that’s not the problem — that’s the lesson. Because nobody gave you the class. Somebody handed you a banana and a nervous gym teacher and called it an education. So sit down. Sex ed. From a website about debate. What could go wrong.

Lesson one

The only score that counts is the one somebody gives you on purpose. That’s the whole game — not how you played, whether they meant it. Enthusiasm isn’t a bonus round; it’s the entire scoreboard. A yes you talked someone into isn’t a yes, it’s a sale — and we don’t do sales on people here.

Lesson two

No human is anyone’s to own. You can’t buy the gold star — I built a museum about that — and you sure can’t buy a person. Which brings us to the gentleman doing math in the back: paying for sex is weird, and if you’re doing it, you know who you are. I’m not mad. I’m just saying the floor heard you.

Lesson three

Stop being weird about other people’s bodies. Mind your own scoreboard. What two adults do is their game — you’re not the referee, you weren’t invited, nobody asked for your rankings. Tend your own garden. Touch grass. Different grass.

It takes another person, and it takes their yes — that’s not the restriction, that’s the point;

You were never meant to win this one alone. “Three players minimum” was always a joke about exactly one thing: the good stuff is something you do with someone, never to them.

So — only humans score. And never just one. Class dismissed. Go be kind to somebody who said yes.