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Jan. 11th, 2005 10:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pantryslutI just lost a post about my experiences at the Adult Expo and watching hordes of camera-waving crowds and watching Bridgette Kerkove make her hot face at fans while I was stuck in the exit queue after chasing my awards ticket all over the expo hall, up and down two floors, through at least four booths...
The only part really worth repeating was my encounter with the vibrating cockring promo people. "Touch it, feel it!" they insisted to everyone who passed. "No thank you, I said," having already reviewed countless similar devices in my time. "I have nine of them in my sock drawer." They did not relent. "Go on! It doesn't bite!" they insisted, with a nasty edge to their voice, waving their manicured hands in my face. I know that. I'm not scared of your stupid toy, I'm over it.
Otherwise, the expo was a lot like every other trade show I've ever encountered, only smaller, a lot more crowded, and with a lot more flashbulbs.
The only part really worth repeating was my encounter with the vibrating cockring promo people. "Touch it, feel it!" they insisted to everyone who passed. "No thank you, I said," having already reviewed countless similar devices in my time. "I have nine of them in my sock drawer." They did not relent. "Go on! It doesn't bite!" they insisted, with a nasty edge to their voice, waving their manicured hands in my face. I know that. I'm not scared of your stupid toy, I'm over it.
Otherwise, the expo was a lot like every other trade show I've ever encountered, only smaller, a lot more crowded, and with a lot more flashbulbs.
