Sex in the City

Its difficult to intro the sexpo. The easiest way would be to describe it – fun, interesting, informative, puzzling, sensitive and yet unashamedly direct about one of the most intimate acts in life, and everything else relating to it.

In no particular order, here are the things that stuck in mind:

There were numerous stalls that dealt with sex toys – for every want, fetish and type (I hope u catch my drift, cos I wont be going into detail in this post!). There were a plethora of sex aids for everyone, particularly for women. This left me to conclude that either there are a lot of lesbians out there, or men really suck in bed so women are left to orgasm through their own means. They come in every shape and size, from the ‘bullets’ (for anytime discreet orgs) to weird appendages which left me confused on how one would use it for pleasure. And I did ask the salespeople, but there is a limit to how st00pid I am allowed to be in public.

The workshops were definitely a hit. It helped that the person giving the talk was not a bimbo or a sex god, but rather a no-nonsense older woman with just the right amount of humour, cynicism, anecdotes, experience, chutzpah and knowledge to talk about a topic that could have been potential minefield of embarrassment.

Everyone at the sexpo seemed to be having fun. Whether they were in the limelight in their underwear, or selling stuff like chocolate moulded in the shape of penises, or trying to throw rings onto a plastic penis, or riding a giant penis like a rodeo horse, everyone was so blasé about the sex on display. It struck me that sex is meant to be fun. And I will probs have this view until the mallu reality bug comes to bite me.

I had assumed that the sex fascination was a male dominated hobby. But there was an abundance of penises on display at the sexpo – ones with wings on a mobile, salt and pepper shakers, cocktail shakers, pasta, the rodeo, not forgetting the vibrating dildos. And then there were the underwear. There were the sets, scraps of lace that manage to cover all and nothing at the same time, whole dresses and body suits made out of netting, corsets, costumes for the fantasies. This is stuff that women wear to feel good, to appreciate and revel in their bodies, appreciating the male appendage for their own needs and ultimately using it to get some action

Previously I would have thought that sex fascination was something enjoyed by perverted males, but after this wkend, I see it as something that women also do to have fun and enjoy themselves. I mean, if I could visit the sexpo with a friend and spend 5 and half hours there, I can just imagine how much fun I would have if I went there with my husband! ;-P

PS. I was so engrossed in writing this post that I forgot about the egg I had left to boil. I had to close the post quickly in order to clean up the hard boiled egg splattered all over my kitchen. And apologies to Tau for thinking he had taken flatulence to a whole new level of pong.