I spent a long time on the phone with my mom this afternoon. Just chatting. It was nice. I had forgotten how nice it is to just...talk. Openly and honestly. Nothing to worry about. She told me she misses me, and I talked to my Pooka. He misses me too. I miss them both very much as well. However, I'm not particularly excited to go home.
After a lot of thinking time to myself, outside on the step, I came back in and roused my aunt. We started our adventure to find the Museum of Sex.
It was indeed an adventure. We hopped on the subway and took it down to Manhattan. It took about an hour and a half to finally find the place.The journey to get there was just as fun as actually getting to the Museum itself.
The museum drops you off into the shop, at first. Lots of interesting and fun things to buy. The first exhibit is basically the evolution of porn. Its filled with videos on loop of porn from various era's. The walls are covered in information. This room is dark and ambient, setting the mood for the fun things to come.
The second exhibit features two RealDolls. A male and female model. This room is pretty much dedicated to unusual sex toys and why people seek them out. This room is much brighter. It was also hot since the air conditioning was broken on the upper floors.
The other exhibits were about the Sex lives of Animals, Sexuality in the modern age, Sexual Art, and there was one more, but I can't remember what it was. After we went through all of these, we got dropped back into the shop. I bought a keychain for my mom and a t-shirt for myself. I spent a lot of money today. I'm going to have to be careful the next few days. They still want to take me to the waterfront. And Coney Island. And somewhere else. I don't know if all of this is really going to happen though.
Anyway, the Museum also has a bar, so we went downstairs to check it out. We didn't order anything, but they were selling $1 jello shots on the main floor. We did partake. I didn't like them. They were mimosa flavor. Orange jello with rum, and something else. My aunt said they didn't have enough liquor in them but I tasted it just fine.
On the way back we didn't get lost. We stopped into Madison Square Park, I glimpsed some fireflies. When I saw them, I couldn't help but think about Sweetness...I told her I would try to take pictures of them, but the flash and flicker so quickly...there's no way. There was only two or three anyway, but still.
I'm saddened now.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
