Sexcon used to be Sexpo, started by two enterprising high-school friends. But deals went wrong and the parties split. Now Chicago has two giant expos with drink-swilling porn stars and male strippers, who apparently can touch you? Double your pleasure? Double your...
Apparently, “boobie stress balls” are so hot right now. If you got one last night, I say, give it to your coworker. Then he looks like the creep, not you.
I loosely interviewed a few male strippers. I learned that bachelorettes don’t like to keep their hands or mouths to themselves. This is a city with no male strip clubs, so this all goes down at private parties. Just don’t tell your soon-to-be-married dude friends.
Sexcon has a rent-a-sub booth where you could spank a girl with latex bows in her hair. This is rare. And according to my BDSM friends, dangerous. Usually you see guys in Hawaiian shirts paying to get whipped by girls in latex, not the other way around. Truth told though, the girl looked like she was having a great time.
Is Sexcon the equivalent of Straight Pride?
Sexcon, somewhat surprisingly, had a great energy about it. People at the convention were kinda psyched on life. All that nakedness brought a certain buzz to the room. Chicago could use more of this! Because if Halloween has become straight people’s Pride Parade, then surely the one party where you can buy both a boob job and a bong is the next to be taken over by suburban moms and weekend warriors.
Rachel Rabbit White is a Chicagoan, journalist and blogger writing about sexuality, gender and relationships at RachelRabbitWhite.com