So this is what I learned from Sexpo. That I am conservative, old-fashioned and even a little bit prudish.
Yip. I am a prude.
I do not like dog masks, leather hoods or harnesses. I hate blow-up dolls and I am shocked by the blow-up asses that men can choose in either a ‘black skin’ or a ‘white skin’. Not in a politically correct black or white way but in a degrading, dehumanising let’s just fuck women up the arse way.
I found myself not only uncomfortable looking at the stuff but, as a woman, completely bloody insulted.
I am upset by the excess of strap-ons, whips, chains, ropes and complimentary floggings!
Mostly, I am overwhelmed by how seemingly violent everything was.
And if you’ve been following my blog, you will know that I am usually open to anything and it takes quite a lot to shock or offend me.
This is not a judgement on people who choose that world. A lot of my readers do and I absolutely respect their choices. (except for the dog mask, jeez guys, come on!!)
But it is a judgement on the expo itself for selling space to stands that focus so much on the kink and fetish world and not on the other world. The more gentle world. The world that is lovely and sweet and romantic and well, just sexy.
That was the problem.
Sexpo was not sexy.
It was not only disappointing but actually, downright distasteful.
And while there were the stands with the toys and the oils and creams it was all displayed in a vulgar and undesirable way.
I’m meant to be going back tonight as a voyeur at a swingers club. Initially, I thought I’d do it.
Instead, I’m at home writing about the ‘Free The Nipple’ campaign.
And I am writing, sitting at the dining room table, with my shirt off.
See, I’m not such a prude.
But that, dear Sexpos, is about as far as I go.
Sorry SexpoSA. I tried to like you. I really did.