Sexpo was so.. much as I hate to admit, sleazy. No, it is not about dirty or pervertic sex that made it sleazy. It is the crowd that it attracts. Obviously, the targeted crowd did not turn up. We were the youngest, or rather, I was (They all got in while I was held up because I was asked for my bloody ic.) It was boring, bodering on sucidal. I enjoyed viewing the 'artefacts' of ancient China but if the exhibition aims to show the transition in our perspectives towards sex, it totally flopped.
First, the place was so brightly lit that I thought I would go blind. I wonder if they were afraid that the females will get their breasts or butts groped with bad lighting. White was the main colour on display. Purity? Guffaws. The artefacts were limited and the hall was way too spacious. As a result, stalls like condom shop (that we can see on the street) and some bra booths were there. Bra and sex? I don't really see the link. Oh, there were schools introducing classess on dirty dancing and pole-dancing. That pleased the old ah peks so much that they all crowded around the mini-stage and drool. I felt like I was in Thailand on a tour group. The bright lights gave the pole dancers little credit. Seriously, anyone can dance better than
that.
There were many people on mobile convincing us that we should visit their booths and there was only one that I gave chance to listen to what she had to say. So Carina and I were standing there and this bespectacled midget man with miserable balding head took his larger-than-TV camera and snapped a photo of us. Damn reporter, damn photographer. No sense of ethics, know nothing about journalism. The flash was like a rude shock. For a moment, I thought the brain cancer cells that I have always suspected finally showed some side effect. I didn't want to die in Sexpo, that would be so 'without glory'. That was when the Carina shouted at the midget. I glared at him and that man turned to look at us, almost shrugged and walked away as if we were merely cars honking at him for cutting lanes. We were so pissed off and further pissed when our operation to hunt for the midget-bald-insolent man failed.
Wee told me that there were reporters from Japan. They came all the way and what I saw there was their scoop, what they paid to get all the way from Japan. Poor Japanese, we all know that you have an embeded sex culture that is richer. There is little hope for Sinagpore to become a more 'open' country. What you see is what you get.
It was quite an experience and I have to thank Wee for giving us the tickets. It had been such a long time since I last saw her in... April. Wow... It was good meeting up, but the mouth dirrahoea could have been better if the setting was at some other places instead of Sexpo. still, it was great meeting up. Fret not of course, we still have Harry Potter date. More updates on the artefacts when the photos come. Those were the only thing that were worthed watching... and laughing. Meanwhile, wait.
Jacqueline
7:52 PM
