Friday, February 8, 2013
Phallic Friday - Sex Shops
In the past, Sex Shops have been exciting places to visit. I remember going with friends to the ones in Canberra and laughing as one friend hid in the car while the rest of us went in and spent ages marvelling at the choice and variety and colours, etc etc.
I remember going to a really classy place in Sydney (women's only) and it was like being in a fabulous boutique, except with sex toys!
And this week I went into the local sex shop. Oh my. I'm not sure how to describe it. Cluttered with junk is probably the closest I can say. There was all sorts of crap for hen's nights and joke gifts. There were tacky costumes for dress up (like you'd buy in Spotlight or something). The man behind the counter could have been a roadie for a 70s rock band. He appeared stoned, had long thinning hair, and couldn't work out my change when I spent $10 and gave him a $50 (sorry, I know, I shouldn't judge people).
And the worst thing - he wouldn't take my Hot Down Under bookmarks. He said e-books weren't something people would buy. Then he looked at the covers on the bookmark AND BLUSHED! He works in a sex shop and he blushed at book covers!?!?!?!?
What is the world coming to? Don't you buy sex toys and serious sex items in sex shops anymore, or am I just in hokey town here?