Because you don't think about Picasso seven times an hour...

There is nothing like a great morning sack session to put you in the mood to go and see the Museum of Sex. What else is there to do with your post-orgasm high on a hot summer’s day in the city? Hidden behind construction and POST NO BILL boards on Park Avenue in New York City, the Museum of Sex is a genius three-story building entirely devoted to sex, with all its crudeness, glory and dark secrets - and I lived to tell the story.
The moment I walked in and was greeted by a life size cardboard dominatrix woman grasping a black strapped-on penis and holding up a sign that read, “please do not stroke, lick or mount the exhibits,” I knew I was in for a sexy treat.
And indeed I was. I decided to go solo, although I realized that was a big mistake. Here’s a tip for future sex museum-goers: its better foreplay than wine, candle light and Barry White (just kidding, who does that anymore?). Yet seriously, it will no doubt put anyone in the mood. I hadn’t expected the experience to be so orgasmic, which is probably why I was the only non-coupled up person there (even the Chinese tourists were coupled off!)
As I perused from exhibit to exhibit – first learning about the most outrageous and disturbing kinks and fetishes (like coming from helium balloons), to watching an hour or so of porn from the ‘20s to present and learning some raunchy Tantric sex positions (like the Pressed Flower Petal), I was so unbelievably horny by the time I got out, I could have screwed anyone.
On a more serious note, the museum experience did a lot more than sexually stimulate me; seeing sex presented in a museum environment illuminated its depth and beauty of its nature. The experience made me think of sex beyond its pleasurable side. My mind was racing with unfathomable questions - why is it that sex is something we naturally crave, want, desire and yet still sometimes feel it is something to feel embarrassed about, something to hide? Why is sex, in all its forms, all its fetishes, kinks, and associations considered perverted, crude and shunned in some cultures?
Sex is everywhere, and even after spending a good couple of hours intrigued and fascinated by the displayed exhibitions at the museum, I am even more convinced that sex is more than ‘everywhere’. It is undeniably at the core of our daily lives, at the heart of our characters; our sexual desires and fantasies explain our personalities, our behaviors and actions; it is exciting, fun, sensual, yet revealing in so many ways.