Sex adventures
We parked underneath the exhibition building in order to not get rained on at the end of the night. It was still fairly early in the evening, so we bought our tickets and decided to go across to the Casino complex to get something to eat.
We went to one of those places that's always overbooked. "There's a 20 minute wait guys, but sit at the bar and I'll find you when a table's ready." Ok. In these instances, it's all about timing. The place was super busy and there were no bar stools, so we were loitering for a few moments. We turned around and suddenly two stools were empty. We moved towards them with that 'calm on the outside/panic on the inside' feeling you get when you know that by the time you get to said stools, they might already be taken and you have to casually walk past them as if you weren't really interested in sitting down at all. Luckily, we beat another couple by literally about two seconds. They didn't understand the 'don't look like you care' rule, and were slightly miffed. Oh well, move faster next time, guys. We ordered drinks and eventually got a table and had a nice meal.
By the time we finished, it was raining torrents outside and we had to cross the street from the casino complex to the exhibition building. Needless to say, we got completely drenched in a matter of seconds. So much for parking where we did to avoid getting rained on.
I've been to Sexpo before. It's a lot of fun, you see some crazy things, some crazy people, and some things you really didn't need to know about. The first thing we did was get ourselves comfy for a stage show. We couldn't remember what was on, but it ended up being a fashion show with a difference, put on by Marquis de Sade and Alice in Fetishland (I think). Beautiful costumes, let down by bad acting and music that was slightly too loud.
My one complaint was that there were just too many people to move around easily. I've been before when it's not been so crowded, but last night I was a little frustrated. I think we saw every kind of vibrator and stimulation gadget for women and men, that you could think of, t-shirts with slogans not for the faint hearted, fake tattoos, piercing places, health exhibits and more.
This year, they had something different, or at least I haven't noticed other times I've been. Peep shows. We got to stand in line and pay $2 to see a girl on a couch do...well....do stuff. There was also a section you could walk past that was free. People behind large see-through curtains, back lit with red lighting, in various degrees of getting it on with themselves or each other, including one couple on a 'swing' that was clearly having sex. No, Sexpo is not for the faint hearted or the narrow minded.
We didn't buy anything. Neither of us had any cash with us - a story in itself. There were some funny shirts and gadgets and things, and a toy dog that did naughty things that I threated to buy for Chris' son for Christmas, but nothing that really appealed. Oh, the boy picked up a calendar with pictures of different sex positions for each day of the year. According to the calendar, on 15 Nov, I'm supposed to get it on with a black chick on a chair. Sorry, not gonna happen. LOL
My favourite (I have a favourite?) tattoo studio, Smart Arts, didn't have a stand there this year. That was disappointing.
The last show of the night was Miss Nude Australia 2004, so we stayed to watch that. From a completely gymnastic perspective, I was impressed with the positions she got herself into at varying heights on a pole. Talent, whatever way you look at it. She had fake breasts though. Not sure why, but in my mind, Miss Nude should be all natural.
The ticket machine in the carpark ate our ticket and our money, so we had to beg to be let out. We must have looked trustworthy, because they gave us another ticket to get out before they actually confirmed our story and fixed the broken machine. I was pleased with this. I didn't want to sleep in the back of a convertible beetle in a carpark.
All in all, it was a good, fun night. Just a few too many people there to enjoy the stands as much as we could have.
We went to one of those places that's always overbooked. "There's a 20 minute wait guys, but sit at the bar and I'll find you when a table's ready." Ok. In these instances, it's all about timing. The place was super busy and there were no bar stools, so we were loitering for a few moments. We turned around and suddenly two stools were empty. We moved towards them with that 'calm on the outside/panic on the inside' feeling you get when you know that by the time you get to said stools, they might already be taken and you have to casually walk past them as if you weren't really interested in sitting down at all. Luckily, we beat another couple by literally about two seconds. They didn't understand the 'don't look like you care' rule, and were slightly miffed. Oh well, move faster next time, guys. We ordered drinks and eventually got a table and had a nice meal.
By the time we finished, it was raining torrents outside and we had to cross the street from the casino complex to the exhibition building. Needless to say, we got completely drenched in a matter of seconds. So much for parking where we did to avoid getting rained on.
I've been to Sexpo before. It's a lot of fun, you see some crazy things, some crazy people, and some things you really didn't need to know about. The first thing we did was get ourselves comfy for a stage show. We couldn't remember what was on, but it ended up being a fashion show with a difference, put on by Marquis de Sade and Alice in Fetishland (I think). Beautiful costumes, let down by bad acting and music that was slightly too loud.
My one complaint was that there were just too many people to move around easily. I've been before when it's not been so crowded, but last night I was a little frustrated. I think we saw every kind of vibrator and stimulation gadget for women and men, that you could think of, t-shirts with slogans not for the faint hearted, fake tattoos, piercing places, health exhibits and more.
This year, they had something different, or at least I haven't noticed other times I've been. Peep shows. We got to stand in line and pay $2 to see a girl on a couch do...well....do stuff. There was also a section you could walk past that was free. People behind large see-through curtains, back lit with red lighting, in various degrees of getting it on with themselves or each other, including one couple on a 'swing' that was clearly having sex. No, Sexpo is not for the faint hearted or the narrow minded.
We didn't buy anything. Neither of us had any cash with us - a story in itself. There were some funny shirts and gadgets and things, and a toy dog that did naughty things that I threated to buy for Chris' son for Christmas, but nothing that really appealed. Oh, the boy picked up a calendar with pictures of different sex positions for each day of the year. According to the calendar, on 15 Nov, I'm supposed to get it on with a black chick on a chair. Sorry, not gonna happen. LOL
My favourite (I have a favourite?) tattoo studio, Smart Arts, didn't have a stand there this year. That was disappointing.
The last show of the night was Miss Nude Australia 2004, so we stayed to watch that. From a completely gymnastic perspective, I was impressed with the positions she got herself into at varying heights on a pole. Talent, whatever way you look at it. She had fake breasts though. Not sure why, but in my mind, Miss Nude should be all natural.
The ticket machine in the carpark ate our ticket and our money, so we had to beg to be let out. We must have looked trustworthy, because they gave us another ticket to get out before they actually confirmed our story and fixed the broken machine. I was pleased with this. I didn't want to sleep in the back of a convertible beetle in a carpark.
All in all, it was a good, fun night. Just a few too many people there to enjoy the stands as much as we could have.
posted by E in Oz at 9:03 am
these thoughts escaped my brain at 9:03 am
5 Comments:
(squeeeel) I love facilitating connections. Wheeee! I wanna go to a sexpo. Sex is so far removed from my experience lately...hope I dont forget how.
Sounds like fun...about the best we get around here is the exotic erotic, but that's, well, different. ;)
Don't know if you're paranoid like I am, but just in case, did you notice you used C's full first name in this post, not just the initial?
Hope things went well on the parental front, can't wait to hear about it
hugs,
R
R, yeah, I realised I'd done that afterwards. I told him I use his first name and that's ok. I just can't/won't say anything else and it should be fine. Dinner with the parents was really nice. :-)
Sandy, the Amateur Mens' strip was worth the entrance fee, I'm sure, although we didn't sit down to watch it. LOL You'll have to come to the next one, this time next year.
Heidi, after you've had the first few people approach you with things you hope your mother never finds out you know about, all your embarrassments go...that was until a guy tried to make Chris touch a vibrating condom on a fake penis. LOL
of course,
you didn't come and see me.
I looked for pink, purple and blue. I think I'm colour blind. The boy must be too, coz he couldn't see either. :-(
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