Sunday, January 24th

I went to a sex museum today. Only in New York will you find such places. I heard about it from a friend of a friend and it sounded interesting enough to kill an hour or two at. Some may think it's a weird place to go alone. Not me. I think it's more awkward to go with a friend. It was definitely interesting to say the least. Oh and don't worry folks, I snapped plenty of pictures. The first floor had a collection of videos, each with a different story to tell. My favorite was the video that showed all of the European commercials about safe sex. Most of them were directed at homosexuals or in lamens terms "the gays". One that had me laughing out loud depicted two guys that were rock climbing. One guy tells the other guy that he better put on his rock climbing gear before he climbs. When he refuses, his friend insists that he can help him with strapping everything on because he would never climb with anyone that doesn't wear gear. This led to a huge argument until the screen went black and the words came up that said, "skip the fight. wear protection". I loved it.

Then I walked upstairs and entered a whole new level of sex toys. I mean that statement both literally and figuratively. What I am about to show you is probably going to make you feel pretty awful for your grandmother. These are what the museum calls "antique vibrators".

Then the intense power drills as I like to call them below actually won a few awards for the craftsmanship of a man who's name I didn't bother taking note of.

Moving on. This is where I saw blow up dolls get taken to a brand new level. Made entirely out of latex and meant to feel as humanly real as possible. I introduce you to two dolls that cost about $10,000 a piece. I think you can use your imagination as to what they are used for.

Then there was the bondage section. Some things were a little bit too vulgar to even put in here but I will show you this crazy gadget.

Intense.

Then I found a few pictures in the art section that I just thought were cool. Took some pics.

^^Hand sketched by Pablo Picasso. So rad.

If you can blow up this last one you'll see just how dirty the minds are of people that sketch for Disney. As if we didn't already know...

So that was my adventure at the Museum of Sex today. I hope your mind is open enough to get a laugh out of it like I did. After I left, the rain from the morning had stopped so I decided to get a good walk in. I was thirty blocks from Central Park which ends up being about a twenty minute stride. I could walk for hours. So off I went down 5th ave in one of the most incredible cities in the World. Passing through the sky high buildings made me feel so small. Unknown and unseen. It was such a nice feeling to have no one to impress or entertain but myself. I think it's when you get to that point too that you are the most impressive. Irony is a thing that I find most interesting in life. By the time I reached the park it started raining again.

I got home around 4pm and immediately changed into some comfy Sunday attire. I cleaned up my room a bit and packed another box. I think I'll move all my stuff next weekend closer to the 1st of February. After all, I can't live there until then so why would I want my stuff to? For dinner tonight - cup O' noodle followed by way too many oatmeal chocolate chip cookies that I baked yesterday. I have no will power when it comes to the good stuff. I was definitely implanted with a sweet tooth at birth. I think that's a good thing. Tonight I'm definitely going to get a good night's sleep in preparation for another early Monday morning. In the meantime? I will be continuing Joan Didion's book "The White Album" that I'm reading for my book club. She's such an interesting author. I'm really enjoying it.

Until we meet again,

Meg