Had a couple of hours to kill in NYC yesterday, so¬†Cuddly Wombat suggested I go see the Bounce House of Boobs over at The Museum of Sex. ¬†I had only been to the museum once before, to see¬†a panel of the Club 90 girls¬†discuss their time in the industry, and I didn’t get a chance to walk around it much; plus, since it’s a museum, its exhibits rotate. So I figured it’d be a good time to visit.
The bounce house got a lot of press because of its absurdity and because (let’s face it) boobs — NY Magazine wrote¬†Adventures Inside the Big-Boob Bounce House¬†which is how I first heard of the Funland exhibit — but there were also exhibits on¬†The Sex Lives of Animals and The Eve of Porn: Linda Lovelace, at least one which interested me.
Street level is the gift shop which is the highest end of sex-positive toy stores – lots of vibrators and condoms and books and cum rags (only $10!).
I wasn’t sure what kind of crowd the place would attract on a¬†Saturday afternoon in the summer, and it was a broad cross section of people – lots of young people , some older couples, and me – a middle-aged white guy in shorts walking around solo. ¬†Happily, I did not read the vibe as creepy, which was my concern as I was waiting to buy my ticket in line with a bunch of couples or groups.
$17.95 + tax gets you access to¬†the museum; their website currently has a coupon (thru Sept 3, 2014) for $3 off admission if you¬†give them your email address.
You walk up the stairs, and the second floor gallery covers the Linda Lovelace exhibit. ¬†Say what you will about Linda, she was a pioneer in how the industry was perceived — both good and (later) bad. ¬†The walls are covered with some very¬†attractive nudes of her shot by Milton Greene¬†which are simply gorgeous in their printing, matting and framing. ¬†The back wall is covered by a video projection showing the climax (literally) of Deep Throat. ¬†(One older couple is looking at the pictures on the wall, and a guy’s wife is hitting him, saying “Larry! ¬†Avert your eyes! Look at the pictures!”) ¬†The design of the space is minimalist – large white room with black hand-lettering interspersed with large typeset signs. These signs¬†around the space give a history of Linda’s time in the industry.
The exhibit doesn’t shy away from any parts – a series of monitors along one wall detail various episodes of her life – biographer Eric Danville’s interviews of her which led to her appearing in a series of cheesecake shots for Leg Show in January 2001; I was surprised to see Legs McNeil’s interview with Eric Edwards as an way to cover Linda’s appearance in Dog Fucker. ¬†A wall of porno playing cards featuring Linda and husband/manager/abuser Chuck Traynor¬†were displayed as well.
It didn’t take a long time to peruse the exhibit, but it was a good, broad overview of¬†her career, subsequent dismissal of it, and her brief return to it; and it was well designed.
The next floor up had the other two exhibits – Funland and The Sex Lives of Animals.
The Sex Lives of Animals is a very detailed look at how other species have relations – from asexual reproduction to the bonobo chimps trading sugar cane for sex. ¬†There’s a LOT of text on the walls, and there are pretty cool sculptures around the space of various animals fucking each other. ¬†(The sculpture¬†of the bonobo monkey with his huge thin boner and two fistfuls of sugar cane is a sight to behold.)
From there – the reason for my journey – Funland, and its big bounce house of boobs.
But first, we have to pass the climbing wall, where everything you’re gripping is anatomical:
Then through a mirror maze to find the G-Spot (kind of fun, actually) then past a little carnival midway where there’s a peep show of old carny porn and a midway game where you have to roll a ball into a hole to make your silver plated cock race:
And then finally, tucked away in the corner is the bounce house.
Wait, what? ¬†The bounce house is closed??!? AAAAAAUUUUUGH!
Turns out the exhibit wasn’t quite holding up to the rigors of a full time installation, so they were deflating it to install a new one, so it was going to be out of commission until the 21st of July… but we were allowed to take some pictures inside which my¬†phone just couldn’t process that well:
And with that, I made my way back out of the museum and out onto Fifth Avenue where I snapped the picture everyone in the world snaps – the Flatiron Building – and headed crosstown to grab some grub to take home from Daisy May’s BBQ. ¬†(You should really go to there if you like meat.)