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Lazy Sunday at the Everything to do with Sex Show by hallaek

A Sunday afternoon; the perfect time to relax, sleep off that hangover, eat various breakfast foods — well this past Sunday we took our sausage (literally), and added a side of eggs (also literal). We went to the Everything to do with Sex Show at the Metro Toronto Convention Centre. Being a Toronto native I’d heard of the show before, but this was my first time in attendance. Now having had the time to mull the entire experience over I can say one thing for certain: you need to go to the Everything to do with Sex Show at least once in your life. Just do it ®

The ‘Show was setup like a trade show, but with a focus on audience participation and latex. My best friend/photographer/pseudo-mother, Christianne, and I weren’t interested in spending money (because let’s face it – we gots our sex paraphernalia covered) so we hightailed it to the back where the Dungeon lay in its dirty little corner. There was no photography allowed inside the area, so already you know it’s good, but it was so much more than either of us expected.

A corner with a woman chained to a wooden X whilst being whipped, another with one being tied up to hang from a wooden beam structure, and your casual wooden block over which ladies bend to receive their spanking. There was more to the area, but those were the immovable features. We joined the crowd of spectators, though we felt more like voyeurs, as various women got off on their unique kinks — and I do mean “got off,” that first X-lady did so twice! The crowd was proud of her, so was her ‘whipper’.

In all honesty, we kind of turned back into high schoolers with our shifty eyes and awkward giggles, though glad to report we were over that after the first wave of getting off. We left the Dungeon area to catch the Latex and Lace Fashion Show, and had a chance to chat before the models came on stage. While we had only been there for about 20 minutes, we already met an experience that was unlike anything we’ve ever encountered before, and we didn’t like our reactions to it. Christianne and I consider ourselves to be open, playful, and even kinky, but it wasn’t until then that we realized how secretive we are about our sexuality.

It’s perfect timing to come to the realization that you could be holding back right as a bunch of confident women in skimpy lingerie and skin-tight leather and latex start to strut down the runway, and I mean that sincerely. I’ve been to my fair share of fashion shows and typically the women are the kind of skinny that causes serious self-doubt and unfortunately they rarely look like they’re enjoying what they’re doing, but these models at the Everything to do with Sex Show had an opposite effect on me. Each model had a personality, their own walk, and genuinely looked to be enjoying the whole experience. The show almost wasn’t about what they were wearing, it seemed to be more about their bodies and how proud they were of them regardless of the ensemble. There was short, curvy, thin, booty, bust, even some green hair — basically hands down the best runway show experience I’ve ever had.

The rest of the afternoon was spent weaving in and out of booths to see some of the novelty sex gizmos and gadgets that were alien to us before Sunday and we observed the trend of female guest participation at these various stands. And coincidentally enough as I noticed all these women eager to join in on the fun, I saw a sign on a table of books and DVDs that made mention of “The Feminist Porn Awards” and everything started to fall into place. I am holding onto an old way of thinking when I breach the topic of sex, and that’s clear now. These women that participated and just had fun, they get it. They have no need to worry about what someone might think, because they are comfortable 100% with who they are, and that’s meant pretty literally inside and out.

The juxtaposition of the ‘Sex Show fashion show versus the common one is almost an all-encompassing example of what I realized that day. In the world of fashion we are basically taught to keep things straight lace, just look at the rigidity of what is allowed and not in a typical show. Compared to what is sought after, cheered on, and proudly shown off in the fashion shows of the Everything to do with Sex world, also considering the variety of looks and body types, there is no surprise that I found myself resisting the carefree attitude of the patrons and professionals of the ‘Show.

I am so glad I had the opportunity to attend the Everything to do with Sex Show, because there is no doubt I left having learned a bit more about the world, and something about myself as well. I stand in awe of these people who wear their sexuality on their sleeve, as it were. We are all but mammals, we are all sexual beings, and it’s a shame that we’ve been taught to keep what feels natural and good to us behind closed doors. But then I guess that’s the real reason why the ‘Sex Show is open to the public, so we can have such experiences in a safe and controlled space with like-minded or at least curious individuals, and hopefully leave with a part of you that was once closed a bit more open, or at least a little less buried within.

In other words: time to start werkin’ this booty.


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Aritzia Fashion Show F/W 2010 by hallaek
July 28, 2010, 3:21 am
Filed under: Fashion | Tags: , , ,

It was my first real fashion show. As in it wasn’t a high school/uni fashion show. I probably didn’t keep up with the always in style “too cool to care” vibe, but I wasn’t alone in my excitement, so as long as we over-exciteds all go down together… The foyer before the doors opened for the Aritzia fashion show was filled with beautiful women, all impeccably dressed with great shoes. Then those lucky preteens whose hot young moms buy for the whole family at the store who were lucky enough to be invited. I have always been a very loyal Aritzia shopper, but I guess we were extra loyal this year because we were invited to this fashion show (even if we sort of did pay our way in, great clothes = fashion show? I’m in.) As you can tell from my over-excited ramble I am so glad we were invited because it was great, just great. You know when you fall in love and you can’t describe it so you just sigh and giggle? Okay, that’s how I feel about this show. Ask me in person, I dare you.

I decided to go for a fairly girly look for me and very colourful compared to my usual – black, with the Meows Meows (Miu Mius) in tow of course! And I guess it worked! One girl actually came up to me and told me a group of her friends told her to go find me and see what I was wearing, I’m pretty sure I almost hugged her and asked her to be my best friend forever; see how easy it is? I was accompanied by my mother since the invite was under her name and since it said non-transferable we didn’t want to risk it by not having the real Dr. Davis, though I’ve passed for a doctor before. She refused to pose, so I just kind of snapped randomly – hey, I tried. I also have my mom to thank for the hustle she showed when the doors opened, I looked around and she had two front row seats: thanks, mom. A cool rapper/singer/myvoicedoescoolthings-er opened the show and she was as I said, very cool. My first thought was “she’s way too cool and unique for this”, but it worked with the whole vibe. I was snapping like crazy, I swore to my mom it was for the blog, but she’s right I just wanted a better look at the clothes for later: thanks again, mom. I’m not going to post them all as there were just under 70 looks…which is a lot, and this is just the beginning of Aritzia’s fashion shows so I don’t want to give it all away, so I’ll just post some favs.

My captions allow you to go through the deep emotions I was going through as the show progressed. As if you were there. In my head. Or anywhere near me as I “oohed” and “aahed” and probably used the word “cute” 17 times too many. In the end we ordered some great pieces and I’m already thinking of three that were accidentally left out, basically my love affair with Aritzia is probably going to enter the serious relationship phase because I see no signs of either of us letting up. So I guess all I have to say is…thanks, mom.




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