November 19th, 2012 | by AARON SPENCER Features |

Sexapalooza: Hot (or Not) in the Oregon Convention Center

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The promoter for Sexapalooza, a trade show this past weekend at the Oregon Convention Center, made it very clear this was not a “sleazy” event: “No porn stars,” reads the press release.

I found this perplexing as I walked the barely lit aisles of Sexapalooza. Surrounded by sex toys, a topless woman and a 6-foot-tall poster of a guy giving it to a woman from behind, I wondered what about porn stars was any sleazier.

Sexapalooza started in Canada and is spreading to a handful of cities in the U.S. It’s riding the popularity of 50 Shades of Grey, the erotic novel that show founder Liz Lewis says has “made women more open to their secret sexual desires.” Portland’s show, which was held this past weekend, features the staple burlesque shows, sex seminars and product vendors. Several local businesses and performers are represented, including the Wanderlust Circus, Miss Kennedy, and drag queen Poison Waters, who serves as emcee. 

I’m not a woman, so I can’t say with certainty that Sexapalooza is the kind of thing women want. I can say, though, that as a gay man, the show has ancillary appeal. The only overt signs of queer marketing were issues of “Out Aloha” and “Out City” sitting on a table at the entrance.


Oddly, I feel like straight men would enjoy this show more. As I walked onto the show floor, I was greeted by a group of ladies dressed in skimpy lingerie. “Would you like to enter a raffle to get an erotic dance on stage with some of these beautiful ladies?” one of them asked. 

“Not really my thing,” I replied.

I continued my adventure to a booth, where a vendor for G-Spot Lollipops explained how the candy-shaped tool fits perfectly into a woman’s kegel muscles, which (apparently) is where g-spot stimulation occurs. I then walked toward a large video projection in which a couple was going at it while wearing a harness (the Penetration Station, NSFW) that should only be necessary in a zero-gravity environment. At another booth, a nice young woman named Kim Marks told me the glass dildos she sells (As You Like It) are locally made in Hood River.

For the most part, the show isn’t a big departure from your average Fantasy For Adults Only store—keeping in mind, of course, that there is “no porn” at Sexapalooza. Its most risqué departure is a room called “the Dungeon,” in which cameras are not allowed. It’s filled with what look like massage tables and higher-than-average leather stools. People are supposed to get on them and try out sex positions. There are some sanitary wipes on a table in the middle.

A young couple was mounting on a sex contraption that resembled a big ‘X.’ I asked an older couple in the corner what it was.


“It’s a St. Andrew’s Cross,” she said the woman, with a British accent. “You know, the cross is actually a pagan symbol that predates the Christianity. That’s how Christians got people to church.”

The man next to her nodded. He was wearing a black leather vest and sounded like a smoker. “But we put it to good use here,” he said. 

After the Dungeon, I headed toward the exit. But before I left, I asked the lingerie dancers if I could take a picture of them for this blog post. “Of course!” one of them said.

But their boss, a shirtless guy named Thomas, interrupted. He didn’t believe I was writing for Willamette Week and told me I would have to pay a dollar.

“You notice he’s talking to you,” he said to the dancers, “instead of me.” I told him I’d gladly take a picture of him. He said that’s not what he meant.

I gave him a dollar and took a picture, but it’s blurry.

 
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