It’s been ridiculously hot and humid in NYC since we arrived, but today things got just a little bit more comfortable, leaving a gorgeous summers day. So I decided to spend a large part of my day inside, checking out The Museum of Sex. I’m daffy like that. I took quite a lot of pictures but in the interests of modesty, I’m going to avoid posting any of the more rudey stuff, of which there was lots. Strangely I seemed to be the only solo female in the whole place, though there were quite a lot of single males. Funny that.

On first entry into the museum I was greeted with a small display of robots in a porn cinema. The cinema itself features both animal and child robots, so I’m not posting pictures. Although, personally, I don’t find the concepts of bestiality and peadophilia relevant when applied to artificial life…. Although David from A.I pretty much disproves that. Hmmmm. These are the kind of conversations I have with myself when left to my own devices, and one I will probably attempt to have with others when I am next down the pub. Lucky them. The video about the artist is pretty interesting (if you like slightly creepy, pervy artists) it’s here if you fancy a look.

On pride of place in the middle of the first floor are two ‘Real Dolls’, an advanced and expensive sex doll, which I’ve heard about before… And have seen featured in the (rather excellent) Lars and The Real Girl, which starred Ryan Gosling in one of the only roles he’s taken that doesn’t make grown women squee. I’d never seen one for reals though, and they are truly freaky deaky close up. Have a look at the lady.

She has got nothing on the male version though. I think this fella is going to haunt my nightmares. Argh!

The museum moves onto a whole floor about sex in the natural world. Predictably, a large portion of the floor is reserved for chimps, who really are dirty beggers. I read a novel called ‘Great Apes’ by Will Self years ago, which imagines a world where chimps advanced and humans didn’t. Normally I am not a fan of Self’s works, but I actually recommend that one. My pervading memory is of children psychologically damaged because their parents didn’t have sex with them. It’s pretty obvious satire, but it largely works, so seek it out if you can be bothered to deal with his verboseness. I wouldn’t blame you if can’t be arsed though, he really is very, very pretentious. Anyway, I didn’t know that bonobo apes (the most promiscuous of all the chimps) prostituted themselves for sugarcane, but apparently they do. Oldest profession in the world and all that.

Here’s me again, reimagined in pixels. Not sure what it has to do with sex, but it’s fun, huh?

After all that grubbiness I headed off for a little wander around Madison Square Park. There is currently a little art exhibit of strange sculptures that emit different sounds depending on how you fondle them. Oh look, I even managed to make that sound grubby. Stupid sex museum infected my brain.

On the way out of the park I spotted this adorable fatty dog called Beefy. What is it that the skateboard says Beefy loves you ask?… Boobies. Oh, I give up.

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