To dilly-dally is divine.
Visited the Sexpo over at the Hordern Pavillion just now. The whole shebang (hur hur) is basically 200 sex shops all squashed into an exhibition hall, with a couple of Chinese reflexology booths thrown in for good measure. Entry (hur hur) is A$25 for the privilege of stroking silicon schlongs (available in many, many different hues) and seeing strippers strip.
One stall was offering on-the-spot Brazilian waxing behind a flimsy faux-velvet curtain. Few takers, that one. There was also, strangely enough, the Psychic Expo – smack in-between the edible underwear stall and the psychedelic dildo booth – featuring 12 “internationally acclaimed” psychics and clairvoyants. You can bet it’ll be the only time fortunes such as “You will meet a young, busty woman who will roll the top of her tube dress down for you in the next 5 minutes” will be greeted with utter indifference.
All in all, the whole thing was a bit of an anticlimax (hur hur). Was expecting something like an exhibition on The Short History Of French And Other Ticklers, but no. Also missed out on the Bad Boys Male Strip. And, if you must know, I did not purchase any implements for myself, although I did buy a 10-inch chocolate penis (complete with huge metaphorical nuts) for a friend’s birthday.
who else but me respond to your post on Sexpo??!! like the way u wrote it. have fun blogging! great way to express yourself!
yah lor! i'm still damn sore at the $25 entry fee :p