Erotic Art, Nipple Bronzing, and Speed Bondage

So I am a pervert, My mind has been in the gutter so long that I’ve been getting calls from Habitat For Humanity. So when I saw a pamphlet for the Rochester Erotic Arts Festival downtown a few months back my mind immediately went to the kind of erotic festivals hosted in Vegas, and my interest was sparked. What I came to find instead was a beautiful meld of sex and art, along with workshops that promoted a safe, comfortable alternative lifestyle.

Waiting for admission, it was clear that The Radisson Hotel had the same impression of the event I first had. The whole festival was partitioned off from the rest of the hotel, and there was also ample warning before you arrived at the hotel that event goers must show up fully clothed. If that wasn’t enough, down the hall there was a gaggle of hotel workers, forming a police barricade as if they were worried that an innocent soul was going to be abducted if someone left the event to find the bathroom.

One I entered the event however the atmosphere completely changed. The main lobby is set up like any other art show, the only difference being that the art on display all focuses around sexuality. The people who were running the event as well as the attendees were fun and inviting and seemed to be poke fun at the fact that the art and the lifestyle that it was portraying makes the politically correct, think of the children, crowd really uncomfortable. You were encouraged to sign the guestbook upon entering the event, the guest book being a man in a banana hammock painted up to look like a yellow legal pad. One of the center attractions The Kraken Chair, made by Skin Freaks, was a leather bound chair equipped with rings meant for bondage ropes and movable octopus arms.

Aside form the art work that was on display in every room there was a broad range of attractions.  In one room booths were set up were you could buy everything you little kinky heart desired from lingerie and leather clothing to knives and porcelain butt plugs.  The longue area was a place you could relax to some calming music as you watched performance artists, from naked silver painted men to a drag queen with an inflatable goat, strut and pose on a small center stage.

After exploring the sales booths, I made my way to the grand ballroom to wait for the Pretty Kitty Burlesque Show.   With some time to kill before the performance started, I had some time to explore the more hands on booths of the festival. I steered clean of the “Playing with Electricity” booth, and the nude airbrushing stand already had a large crowd around it. A lone booth in the corner of the ballroom caught my eye with a simple sign “Free Nipple Bronzing’

I had never entertained the thought of immortalizing my nipple before that moment. Suddenly I wanted nothing else. After talking to the artist couple I found out they were casting nipples in plaster to bronze them that night into one large titty mural which would be raffled off for breast cancer the next night. Always one to offer my body parts in the name of charity I quickly volunteered my, my girlfriends, and her friends nipples to the cause.   I soon found myself holding a Dixie cup of plaster to my teat, the process was less cold than I thought, but far messier I found find dried plaster in random parts of my body the rest of the night.

By then the show was about to start so I found a place in the front to take in the burlesque show. The show had its share of provocative burlesque routines so sweet that some left the festival with diabetes. The true show was the pole dancers. When you think of pole dancing you think of the dark huts where girls “pay their way through college” but the girls at the festival were athletes. Watching them I wondered if this was the profession that gymnasts found themselves in after they failed to make the Olympics.  I don’t know what kind of training goes into pole dancing all I know is if I tried to spin upside down or vertical on the pole I would find myself in the emergency room.

 Next stop was a workshop titled “Power, Sex, and Pleasure”.  Again, the little pervert in my head kicked into gear and I envisioned a workshop where I learned how to tie a few useful knots in the bedroom or how to turn house hold appliances into a whip. And again the festival proved me wrong. Instead I learned about how to safely approach bondage and power play in the bedroom. The exercises of the workshop included everything: thinking of foods that are sensual, feeling comfortable in the bedroom, using a Q-tip as a sex toy, and G spot/prostate simulation tutorial. I personally was involved in an exercise that explored humiliated where I was humiliated by the workshop presenter. Got to say I look good in a maid apron and coconut bra.

Last event of the night was Murphy Blue Suspension, which all I can describe as speed bondage with a soundtrack. Murphy spent the last event tying up each of his three slaves in choreographed moves. Although I cringed at the shades of purple the slaves bodies turned during the performance, you couldn’t deny that it was cool.

Overall the Erotic Arts Festival blew my preconceived notion of the event out of the water. It wasn’t the sex drenched free for all that I imagined, it was much much better. The blend of fetishes, art, and performance mixed to an incredible event that anyone half comfortable with their sexuality should go check out.

 

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