i spent the other day on a date with Manhattan. As my time here winds down and down i have deiced to treat the city as a fine fine woman as opposed to a whor ei have my way with every now and then for jollys. My first stop was "The Museum of Sex" now... i personally find human sexuality somethin wicked intriguing. The Museum was smaller than i expected. the first exhibit was called "Men Without Suits: Objectifing the Male Body", now as a card bearing homosexual you would think i found this most intriguing, but really the did a great job of taking all the sex out of a naked man. The exhibit was sexless. The second exhbit was about stag films.


as you can see from the darkness of the room, i really felt like a royal pervert at this point. The exhbit was interestign and really showcased how pornography devloped from hidden reels shown in small mens veiwing clubs, to full fleged mass marketed industry. Now for some reason i had assumed that our growing perversion in 90's meant sex might look a little different today than it did in the 40's. However the reels they showed in the exhbit still showed the same sexual moves and gestures we all know and love today. Perhaps this is why america has turned so much to kink over the past few years. We're out of things to do i guess.

While i did see appeal in the exhbits and the museum itself i felt its admission price left a little to little bang for a little to much buck. Also... i enjoy pornography as much as the next breathing male, but there is something that gets lost in translation once you watch it...y ou knwo with OTHER PEOPLE.


After that i wandered about for awhile and ende dup buying alot of really dumb things i didnt need the bracelet above included. Also organic grapefruit chap stick... cmon did i need that.


now im leaving the dorms of the new yorker tommrow. Its sad im gonan miss its artist colony vibe. But alas all crazy things must come to an end.

but... lets observe a moment of silence shall we.