Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The Museum of Sex



My dearest Readers,
So I recently got back from New York City where I was doing research for my upcoming Rumor series, whilst also attending the Book Expo of America and I simply *had* to do a post on my visit to The Museum of Sex. (I'll also be posting a fun video of all my travels throughout NYC, which will include snippets at my Video Newsletter which will appear on my video Newsletter site simply click HERE on June 5th!).

How did I know about this place? Believe it or not, I was actually contacted by the Museum itself as they were preparing for an exhibit on the history of condoms and they wanted to know where I got a particular source for information on Egyptian condoms. *strutting my stuff* I directed them to my source and in return, they sent me an invite and placed my name as one of the contributors on that exhibit, which was pretty flippin' cool. Though obviously not something to brag about at church. *waggling brows*



You'll find this sign in the store of the Museum and it basically sets up the entire feel of the mindset you are about to enter into. I have to say I was pretty astounded as to how serious people got when entering. People would point and whisper as if everything around them wasn't supposed to be discussed. That's when I knew I had officially entered...the Taboo Zone....

The museum itself is something worth going to JUST to see how people behave when placed in a public setting of sex. People really are prudes when it comes down to it. Especially guys. All the men that were there were dead serious about the whole thing. They stared at stuff quietly as if they were looking at a Professor's discourse in Theology. Seriously! Women were a little more gabby and giggly and more at ease, especially if they were with girlfriends or with their boyfriend/spouse. Which says a lot about the social divide between men and women when it comes to sex itself.

The first exhibit covered SEX AND THE MOVING IMAGE. You got it. Porn in film. It was fascinating to read about the birth of cinema itself and how it started with a lot of the naughty stuff in France around 1895. I'll be doing a whole post on this alone in the near future, so I won't be delving too much into it now, but it was very creatively laid out, showing how each decade changed "porn." Throughout the exhibit they had porn being played left and right as you walked through and the moans and groans of people getting it on while I was trying to focus and read through the history of pornography was VERY distracting. Did I still love it? Hell yeah. Why? Because it pushed me to recognize where my comfort zone REALLY was. I'm not by any means a prude, and I live for the history of sex but there is something to be said when it's all done in public and you're sharing it with men and women you've never seen in your life and you're all watching some 70's flick of people having sex....I didn't last very long in that room. I was more fascinated by the origin of pornography but once I started getting into the 70's, 80's, 90's and today's porn I was just like...next!! Hey, Bubble Tea anyone? Look, it's my reaction to watching porn in public with a bunch of guys and girls I don't know!!!



Needless to say, I quickly moved on to finding my THING at the museum. Historical sex? Oh yeah. Bring it. Mrs. Restell anyone??? Do you even know who the hell Mrs. Restell is? I sure didn't. She was the woman to know in New York City if you weren't looking to end up with 27 kids (sounds like she's going to be making an appearance in my upcoming New York series, lol). She sold contraceptives in the mid 1800's and advertised her wares in papers.



At $5, a woman received a package of powders said to last five years which was forwarded anywhere in the Unites States. It was to be taken directly after having sex. Above is a picture of the sort of oral contraceptives my heroine would have been looking at. Open wide! (pun intended).

The Onanism display was along the same lines of good old Mr. Kellogg's ideals (see May 2011's post). Onanism means two things: the withdrawal during intercourse or masturbation. Which do you think the Victorians were more freaked out about? You betcha. Masturbation. (Dorks). Don't believe me? Here's an actual medical chart and diagram of what they believed would happen to a man if he masturbated. He drooled and looked retarded. Oh, you can spot those f*in masturbators. You really can.



Once you've spotted those f*in masturbators, you better believe you needed to take care of those bastards before their condition worsened. Those boys and men were fitted into their own Anti-Onanism Device created by the Ferier Brothers in Paris during the 1890's.



Note the cast iron for the crotch AND the metal bindings to fasten it and keep it into place. Comfie, eh? Why even bother putting holes in the area where the balls could breathe? Sheesh. Wonder how they pissed in this thing anyway? They probably just pissed in it *crinkling nose in disgust*. Yes, people, this was a chastity belt which was very popular during the Victorian era for both men and women (yet another post I have yet to cover). Chastity belts were popular in the Victorian era not to keep others from touching your crotch, but to keep YOU from touching your crotch.

So let's move on to the next display, shall we? Vibrators. Ah, wonderful devices that give us hours and hours of joy! Here's what your grandmother would have used in the 1930's. In truth they look like stuff our of her kitchen drawers...wait...wonder if that's where Grandma kept her shit. Now we know why she REALLY drank Castor oil. *ewww*




There was also an incredible and creative exhibit dedicated to pornographic cartooning and the history behind comics that you wouldn't want your kids to see. As Mr. Tom of Finland is quoted as saying, "If I don't get an erection when I'm doing a drawing, I know it's no good." I finished this most awesome tour of sex by visiting The Oralfix Cafe located in the very basement of the Museum, which specializes in Aphrodisiac drinks.



What did I have to drink??? A Persephone made out of Pomegranate, Mango, rum and honey crystal rim. It was delicious beyond belief and I was buzzed and flushed within fifteen minutes flat. Was it worth the $11 dollars? Hell yeah.



What little memento did I walk away for myself?? A pair of underwear for $18 (my husband fainted)



And a bottle of arousal pills for $3.50, thank you very much (which actually didn't work for shit. At least not for this hot blooded woman).




I could go on and on about how freakin AWESOME and TITILLATING this museum is but I hope you'll go dash and check it out yourself sometime. The Museum of Sex is located in New York City and deserved kudos and respect for tackling the history and evolution of sex in a artful, tasteful, intelligent and creative manner.

Until next time and wishing you much lusty potency,
Delilah Marvelle

10 comments:

Alyssia said...

Delilah! What an extraordinary post! Seriously, I'm gonna have to drag my husband in here to read this one. Amazing how sheltered people like me wouldn't even think twice to a place like this existing, but really, I am amazed by all the history! I had no idea the Victorians were so anti self-pleasure (how terrible!). That they believed it could... well, make one retarded? Ridiculous!

Thank you so much for sharing this little outing with us. Truly, I think I may have just found a way to spark my husband's interest in visiting New York (finally!).

Elizabeth Kerri Mahon said...

Hey Delilah,

I wrote about Madame Restell a few years ago. http://scandalouswoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/wickedest-woman-in-new-york-madame.html

I love the Museum of Sex. A friend of mine had his book party there a few years ago which coincided with an exhibit on animals and sex.

By the way, don't you just love Bubble Tea?

Anaiz said...

I want to go! There are just so many great things to see in NY. At this point I have about 3 weeks worth of sight seeing lined up, but I'm putting this at the top of my list for sure. I'll probably be blushing a bit at first but I loosen up pretty quickly, ha!

Another great post Delilah, you make the first day of the month (also when my bills are due) a fun day ^_^

Kati R said...

Oh Delilah. I look forward to every month when you post something super awesome!
This sounds like my kind of museum =) I'd be grinning ear to ear just walking through it. And people watching is my favorite.

HistoricalRomanceJunkie Rita said...

First of all, you rock.
Second of all, you know about my guiltiest pleasure-Bubble Tea..For that, you doubly rock.
Third of all, you gave me a new destination for when I hope across the hudson to visit NYC. For that...You get it!

Really interesting post. I wouldn't last 5 seconds in the Sex in motion exhibit! Or any of them to be honest. I wish they'd have taken my class on field trips here instead of art museums!

Glad you had fun!

Kelly said...

Oh my sweet Delilah,
I am so glad you had fun.... Sorry the pills didn't work.. Stupid $3.50 pills....

Can't wait to hear more about your adventure soon.

Kelly M

Melania Tolan said...

LOVE it! That drink looked pretty yummy, too. Sorry the pills didn't work, which brings me to ask the the question: Why is it that there a gazillion different pills for men to get it up, but nothing for women to be aroused???

Paty Jager said...

Sounds like you had an awesome time and managed some research to boot.

Linda Y said...

So interesting, as usual! Every time I read something that is completely unrealistic
(such as masterbating making you retarded) I wonder what people will be thinking about us in 100 years. That chastity belt looked more than uncomforable.. it looked painful. I wonder if there were any side effects from long term use of those.

Evangeline Holland said...

Bwuahaha! I love this post. Your observations are so interesting--why were the men so serious?!

Your little tid-bit about early pornography revved up the plot bunnies, so you have to talk more about it!