Another Side of Paris - A Museum to Make You Blush

Hey all,

So it’s the day after the day after the day after Christmas. Try saying that a few times fast. LOL 

I’ve been getting my house in order over here. Trying to finish getting over this head cold, starting back on an exercise regiment, doing a little writing, and then going sightseeing. It would be so easy to just go play every day, but I have to start as I mean to go and make sure I’m doing a little bit of everything as necessary.

I’ll have some writing news in the next couple weeks. As soon as I know the juicy details I’ll post it here on the blog. Until then I’m just doing the regular stuff—my blog, working on  the FREE READ, as well as any new stories I’m dreaming up.

It’s nice not having to have a big house to take care of. Easy to keep picked up and it gives me lots of time to do other things. I figure I’ll spend the mornings here at the hotel doing writing, then in the afternoon I’ll go see the sights.

Except for next week. I’m getting this special museum pass for six days so I’ll be spending every minute I can museum hopping. Get this!  I’ll get to spend as much time at the Louve as I want! It’s the one place here I haven’t had a chance to visit yet. I also get to see the crypts and climb the towers of Notre Dame, see the palace of Versailles, as well as a bunch of others.

I’ve been going to a bunch of free museums here in town, but the other day Jonathon and I went to one that I just have to write about. I was so tickled that he enjoyed it as much as I did. Ready for this?


Musee de l'Erotisme.

For you that can’t figure out what that means, it’s The Museum of Erotica. And it’s seven floors of all kinds of erotic music, films, statues, cartoons and objects d’ art. I gotta tell you I was pretty agog. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a porno film from the 1920s. And the surrealist art? You have to see it to believe it. 

Check out some of these pictures. A little of everything.

 

I have never seen so many variations of cocks, quims and ways to use them. I thought I was pretty well read until now.

This place is definitely not for the faint of heart. You’ll have to leave your inhibitions at the door for sure or else you won’t enjoy yourself. One lady did nothing but hummfph her way through the exhibits. Her hubby would point something out, she’d wrinkle her nose up and sniff, “hummfph”. Made me wonder why they put out the euros to visit if they were going to disapprove of everything they saw.

We, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. And like good erotica, the exhibits did the job and Jonathon and I went home and got VERY snuggly. But then again, we don’t need to stare at a plastic T-Rex and girl boffing each other to do that.

So if you are in Paris and are bored of the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre, go on down to the “red light” district where the Moulin Rouge gals kick up their feet and the sex shops do a booming business. 

Find the window where the chair has a moving tongue (I think you can figure out what THAT’S about) and head on inside. I guarantee you will be awed, amused and maybe even a little aroused by the time you leave.

Now you know why they call it, “Gay Paree!”

See you next time!

CJ