Monday, September 6, 2010

What I Learned At The Erotic Heritage Museum

I came away from the Erotic Heritage Museum feeling I was severely under-sexed (who's got time to install all these contraptions), but with a renewed interest in bike riding.


  1. Oh, you're hilarious!

  2. :-))))
    nice bike, but not for me!!

    Have a nice week,
    Greetings, Bram

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  3. Oh, what a hoot!!! You are indeed hilarious! And this was just what I needed for a wake up laugh!! I had no idea there was such a place as an "erotic heritage museum" and where else would it be but in Vegas! Yep, I'm ready for the day now! Hope you're having a great week and be careful with the bike!!


  4. A fun post. These had me laughing. I also didn't know there's an erotic museum there. Might check it someday.

  5. ha very funny!
    & don't worry, it's totally normal not to be obsessed.

  6. I am reminded of the museums of erotica in Germany, which are much more sedate. Glad to see you're taking photos of the facilities as well.

  7. As an artist myself, I enjoy reading Philip Koch's sensitive writing about Edward Hopper and Andrew Wyeth, who along with Whistler and Rothko, are my favorite American painters.
    I don't live in the United States but have traveled and passed a short time there. But even with the little time spent in your beautiful country, especially in small-town America, I can relate to some of the poetical feel that Hopper and Wyeth had captured in their art, which is for me part of the attraction of their paintings.
    Browsing at the other day, as I do now and then, I find a good selection of Edward Hopper's work, ,in the big archive of Western Art, that customers can order online for canvas prints and even hand-painted, oil-painting reproductions can be made and sent to them.
    Hopper's surrealistic and depersonalized world is there again. Timeless, yes, as it is still there now in the roadside cafes and diners that I ate at all over America.