Only The Dildos for Now
The publisher of The Wire, Carl, and I spent FOUR and ONE HALF hours at the World Erotic Art Museum press party last night. It has been years since I have seen so much of Beach Society out at one event, so many bejeweled women, so many leather gowns, so many tuxedos (the usual type and the leather version), so much of everything. When I was just about to stagger out, I commented to Mr. Gary on how the food (catered by Barton G ) endlessly kept coming and he said, "Miss Naomi ordered (I adored that term) that fresh food be made available all night.
I am leading a contingent from The Palace to the museum today at one; it was too much to absorb even in four hours, but I will focus on one aspect of the collection: The Dildo Collection. I own only one dildo and it constantly complains about being ignored, but I spent an inordinant amount of time studying what was at the museum. There were terracotta dildos from Mesopotamia all the way to sequined ones from the present. They were made out of glass, marble, iron, agate, wood, bronze, jade (my favorite), ceramic, plastic, and just about any element that ever existed. Miss Naomi, (she stands about 5 ft. one or 5 ft. seven if you counted the beehive), at one point showed us a nineteen century French dinner bell dildo.
I have to sort out these pictures before I post them, but I will never be the same again.