After a few days — or even a few minutes — at the Adult Entertainment Expo, your brain begins to process things differently than it did previously. Breasts covered by clothing seem unusual, almost confusing. Loud moans emanate from adult movies on view at various booths and orgasm contests at others. Since this was my third year, I’m relatively unshockable. Which means that I was able to look past dildos as thick as forearms, girls grinding each other, and a bald man in a black suit who claimed to have equipment that dwarfed John Holmes to determine the best of what the world’s biggest sex convention had to offer. Keep reading »
