Sexual Curiosity in Soho
July 6th, 2006 by Lola
As I watched floats full of go-go boys gyrating to the latest remix of “Hips Don’t Lie” at the 36th annual Gay Pride March, I decided to get myself some pride-appropriate apparel and show those banana-hammocked hunks a thing or two about how to wear a G-string.
On this sultry Sunday, with sweat dripping from my ample bosom, I knew that the West Village was no place to scope out intimates for the discerning lady, so I schlepped down to Soho in my rainbow flip flops and began my quest for the town’s most talked-about unmentionables. I sauntered into the neighborhood’s newest upscale sex shop Kiki de Montparnasse and immediately began fingering the frilly frocks, nearly all of which I would have gladly used to top a camisole for a night on the town.
If your friends are anything like mine, they love going to the sex stores to find that perfect gift - gag or personal. Some may find it an easy task to just waltz into a head shop, look point-blank into the eye of the most disgusting man you’ve ever laid your eyes on and say, “I need something to get me off .” Others resort to purchasing gifts online to avoid, at all costs, co-workers seeing them walk out of stores that are decked out in mirrored windows and black lights.