Here's what I captured after a quick walk-through this popular porn and sex convention.
I think every woman should celebrate her sexuality and be confident no matter what her size and shape, but yowza this big mama was da bomb!
In contrast, I hope this young lady went to buy some food with the buck I gave her.
Now this was interesting: Jesus Loves Porn was right smack in the middle of the exhibition hall. I had an interesting conversation with the lady on the left, who claimed she was a former stripper saved by Jesus. "We're not here to preach to porn lovers and workers," she told me. "But we're if they need us." I thought this was rather open-minded -- two polar opposites under the same roof. Their presence was certainly different than the bible thumpers who typically protest hell and brimstone out on the sidewalk.
The cocksickles, about 10 inches of sugary glory, were $10 a pop. Dude selling them wouldn't let me haggle the price down to $5 ... $10 just seems too high a price to suck on sweet cock.
This model was cute but man her gold grill, covering every tooth, was amazing. No flash needed for that smile.
Well, when the Titanic is sinking, you might as well hold on for dear life!
Wholesome family entertainment in the VIP room.
As always, just another surreal evening in South Beach. Walking back to the hotel where I was staying, it was hard to tell the club chics from hookers. It's always about "sex sells" around here, even when Exxxotica gets outta dodge.
Side note: some establishments between Washington Avenue and Meridian on Lincoln Road have become so ridiculously, touristy cheap -- I was going to gag if I saw another tourist drinking out of a gargantuan fish bowl. I used to go to Lincoln because it was classier than Ocean Drive. It's a different story now! Now I would only recommend everything west of Spris restaurant and the Apple Store.