I certainly wasn’t the oldest there but the majority were 20 to 50 years old. More women than men, or maybe that’s just what I saw. The body painted girls were the best. Reminded me of the Sturges Motorcycle Festival.
I didn’t touch anything. Sex toys in all kinds of materials. Silicone, glass, steel. A lot of things were inviting, in a kid wanting to hold and feel plastercene kind of way. Breasts, vaginas, penis, buttocks. All looked really life like, but I tried not to stare.
I couldn’t shake the feeling someone might know me and see me. I was comfortable, at my age, with being there. It’s just that I felt staring might give the wrong message if someone was watching me. I envied the younger folk who seemed much more relaxed.
The fact is, the room was full of beautiful young individuals and all manner of handsome and stunning folk walking about in that way sexually confident people have. The kind of people who can still remember when they last had sex. The idea that anyone was looking at the old guy, trying not to stare at anything in particular, was pretty far fetched.
I did talk to people at different booths. They suddenly appeared and began talking about their products. I was polite. I listened, looked and acted interested, while kind of wanting to escape. It was kind of like last week at Vancouver Boat Show last week. Only there the salesmen were bringing my attention to their motors and such. It was the same sort of thing but different. They weren’t selling outboards. Nothing gas operated like a Harley. Mostly battery operated. I’d seen some of the those new chargers for the electric cars when I walked through the parked, and naturally, wondered.
The fashion was awesome. All the clothing that’s Victorian bedroom, with bodices of all kinds and all colours. A lot of the sales folk were dressed in particularly fetching ways. A lot of cottage industry seamstress cottage industry work.
One even had a terrific purple doggie bodice. It was so cute. I didn’t think Gilbert would go for that at all though. Hard enough to get him to wear a Canucks shirt. He was just being a good sport when the staff got him to wear a pink hoodie for our cancer fund raiser.
Lots of bondage paraphernalia. Dungeons seem an odd trend given the effort people go to to stay out of jail, and get out, when they’re there.
I liked the paint guns, though. I relaxed when I found the paint gun exhibit. There was a church group there too. Found myself thinking about the Comedian Barr's quip, "Christian Rock? What's coming next, Christian Porn?"
Even though there were a lot of single people it seemed like the couples were having the most fun. The older couples were laughing a lot.
There were booths for massage products with all manner of oils. Even a couple of chiropractors were on hand. I liked that. Looking at all the contraptions for hanging and different positions, I could see where a chiropractor could come in handy. I did like the pillows and variety of sheets and various types of bedding. Egyptian cottons with high thread counts or satins seemed most in demand.
Now that people have recognized that gluttony and sloth are the greatest sins of our times I wonder if people are revisiting sex as a way of combatting the obesity epidemic. I don’t think it’s good for the climate change folk. Definitely this is a place where it's cool to be hot.
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