It was amusing that part of the 2009 consumer electronics show in Vegas, was housed with the Adult Entertainment Expo in the same building.
There was a sea of silicone, as far as the eye could see.
The picture above is of a male host for the adult event. He wore a leather mask with a blonde pony tail, and a metallic body suit with considerably large, vibrating breasts. Those boobies felt rubbery and pliant to the touch. Do breasts implants feel similar to the touch? I wondered.
When I asked him for a hug, he looked deep into my eyes, while I strained to see his through the small slits of his leather mask. Before grabbing my hips to pull me in, he turned on the switch for his boobies to twitch.
I felt all tingly in front, and beyond.
Among the novelties this year was a 7" computer screen intergrated to the head rest of the backseat of a car.
Also almost a life sized robot, engineered with the dexterity of fingers to do household chores, such as pick up stuff off the floor. Last but not least, it is worth metioning that it interacts with the user.
It's amazing how attached one can get to electronic gadgets, yet in a sense this also can distance one from direct contact with others'.
A hot item touted by Sony is a mini laptop. Screen rages from 7" to 10.5. Their version coming out later this year will retail for $900. Or you can get the knock out version with lesser applications from Shenzhen for only $95.00.
Last but not least, for the person who has it all. The prototype of a 150" flat screen TV on the works from Panasonic, is estimated to retail around $100K.
If you are moderating your budget, perhaps the 103" seems more reasonable at merely $70,000.
-“There is the law of cause and effect. The doors opened to darkness in the past, perhaps pave the way to more death and destruction today.
For instance, the Swastika was also a pagan symbol representing the power of sun and fire. Hitler personified evil itself, and his actions are repercussive to this very day.
For a long time Jews, Arabs, and Christians lived in relative harmony and they prospered in business trade and cultural exchange.
Even during time of duress, when the Catholic Church persecuted the Jews during the inquisition, and expelled them while confiscating their assets in the process, the Arabs opened their doors to them. Many Jews fled to Turkey, and North Africa where they were met with open arms.
Yet it was after the holocaust that the Zionism movement became a dominant force, which is understandable and coincidentally, the domain of England over Palestine came to an end a few years later in 1948.
The 1948 UN partition plan for Palestine was to create one Arab and one Jewish state. Yet a dispute eventually resulted in the first war of the Arab-Israeli conflict, which rages to this day."
-“Sorry, but I don’t plan to vacation in the Middle East, anytime soon. I told you that I don’t even read the newspapers, unless they come with glossy pictures of celebrities.” Beatriz said despondently.
-“Beatriz, New York is not that far away. Don’t you see that violence begets more violence, and this in turn feeds the darkness?
Put yourself in a neutral place, or in another’s shoes. Would you forgive and forget the loss of a son, daughter, or brother so easily? Although we do forget that we all bleed the same, and although distant relatives, we are all still related as members of the human race.”
-“I guess I don’t think about it that way. I guess it’s safer to point the finger at someone as the bad guy, like in the plot of a movie.” Beatriz says.
-“One should be careful not generalize a whole group of people based on the conduct of the rotten apples and take a rational and neutral approach, for there are good and evil people of every creed and every race – you know that.”
-“I guess so, but still…I’d rather not read the news; it just gives me a feeling of hopelessness and despair. Sometimes I just feel so empty inside.” Beatriz says with defeat.
-“Perhaps you feel empty because even though you fill your body indiscriminately, you don’t connect the soul. In your frantic search for sex, you distance loneliness for a bit, yet push away that which you are truly seeking - love.
Come here baby, and give me your right hand.” Carmen takes hold of Beatriz’ extended hand and makes a fist of her right hand. –“Here takes his ray of light I enclose here and keep it tight.” She folds Beatriz’ hand into a fist.
-“Use it to shine your path, and to be a light in the dark. Choose which side to serve. We can’t allow evil to triumph over the light - for the sake of mankind.
We can’t allow it!” Carmen urges.
Slowly Beatriz unfolds her hand and contemplates the valleys and roads delineated, as a solitary tear travels down the length of her cheek.
-“This is bullshit.” She says still under the influence.
-“You must return that entity to where it belongs; you feed darkness with every deed performed that goes against you!
It often happens that some entities are drawn to those with light, yet you were vulnerable for attack because you acted out of spite. We will go to a priest tomorrow morning after mass.”
-“I hope so Carmen, I can’t sleep well at night, afraid that it will attack me, or take control of me.” Beatriz said downcast.
Sighing and looking up at the cloudy sky, Carmen says: - “There is always a struggle between light and dark. It just seems that nowadays, evil seems to have the upper hand.
If you follow the front page news one gets the paper with almost the anticipation of dread. The norm being, white-knuckled frights which just don’t seem to let up - one after another - like a never ending rollercoaster.
In the English version, it is usually the deep despair due to the downcast economy, or the conflict in the Middle East. In Spanish news, its how lawlessness prevails in Mexico, with shootouts, and decapitated bodies found almost on a daily basis. Sadly, there are always innocents’ slaughtered in the process.
-“The only news I can stomach is in the Hollywood gossip rags. I am overwhelmed with people asking for a handout – with the wretches which prevail. I have my own shit to deal with, and if drug cartels want to kill each other off - who cares?
The world is sickened, pissed off, and running out of resources. It is over populated!” Beatriz said while folding her arms in a defiant stance.
-“Take a good look at you Beatriz. I see embodied much of what ails the world today: Over indulgence in vice and consumerism in a frantic search for validation and self-worth.
I also see the worship of false idols; the loss of the moral compass, erosion of individuality, and too much apathy to make a change.” Carmen reminded her.
-“What difference does it make? What can one person do to make a change?”
-“It’s very simple really. Just imagine if we all adhered – without exception- to the honor system, and we decided to treat each individual just as we expect to be treated in return. You can start with yourself you know.
Just be a bit more tolerant to those who are slower, older, or those simply different than you.
-“Perhaps you are delusional Carmen. When it comes down to it, it is the survival of the fittest. Look at the news, man reacts to brute force, not dialogue.” Beatriz laced her comment with malice.
-“Listen to this old woman Beatriz, perhaps it’s not too late to emulate the children, and learn to play and share with others without the taint of prejudice poisoning our thoughts and actions." Carmen counsels.
Gathering her coat around her diminutive form, Carmen puts on a pair of gloves to ward off the chill which bothers her onset of arthritis.
-“Well, I’d rather go inside to talk where it’s cozy and warm, but I suppose this will do for privacy. Let it out then, tell me everything, as I have an inkling of what’s going on.”
-“I feel as if a constant presence is near me, and now I have the proof.
The gravity of my plight is that I feel that it’s not me that is behaving like a raving nymphomaniac Carmen; my will is sometimes replaced by a force stronger than me.
I’m like an ambassador of the United Nations. I don’t discriminate, and I consort with men of all races, ages, colors, and flavors without preference.
But last night was so frightening, that it made the hair on back of my neck stand up.
Had my senses been sharp, I would have been wary of the man whom I had barely met, then seated on my left in a restaurant. Almost immediately, he grabbed my hair with force and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.
That kiss and invasion of his velvety tongue, is all it took to agree like a zombie to follow him home.
I should have known better.
On the way to the car, just outside of the restaurant we passionately kissed. He then slid down my pants a little and started spanking me hard – on my bare ass! Thank goodness that my long camel coat sheltered any on coming traffic of such a distraction while conducting a vehicle."
-“You had not met him before at all and he took such liberties with you?” Carmen inquired with burrowed eyebrows.
-“No, I mean, we had talked on the phone, and exchanged pictures before. And… and I did send him racy pictures of me prior to our meeting.
That’s another thing I can’t help avoid doing Carmen; I love to take provocative pictures to tease with, although I am careful not to associate my face with a certain part of my anatomy. Yet, that is really strange because I used to be shy, and somewhat conservative.
-“What is it that truly scared you then? Obviously you teased him, and due to vanity you gave him a wrong impression. You should be careful when playing with fire.” Carmen reprimanded.
-“Yes, I know it's my fault. Well, he was very aggressive, and there came a point that I felt that I could not control him. He started getting violent, and even slapped me on the face once. I was shocked! Not even my parents had ever laid a hand on me – ever.
I had never in my life been recipient of violence in any form. Well, except when I was about 8 years old and my little brothers and I, took turns chasing each other with bats, or others weapons of choice.
But his aggression was not scary in itself, even after getting a resounding spanking; I found it to be a novelty of sorts. But what is truly scary Carmen, was the image I caught on the mirror in the dim lit room.
I saw a thing which looked half man, half beast stroke his tumid member while wearing a lascivious grin and making eye contact with me.
It had a curling tail, and claws instead of fingernails. He - it seemed somehow familiar; it seemed to be able to read my mind. I was transfixed by the image reflected on the mirror, and by the pleasure it was getting from watching me impaled.
In the moment of a truly shuddering orgasm, recognition dawned on me; he is always near me.
I feel him on my bed, and in my head." Beatriz said while hugging herself.
-"You have opened a door." Carmen said with severity.
Lazily turning her face sideways on her pillow, Beatriz reads the digital clock.
It is 2:12 PM.
She counts.
Was it ten or twelve? No, it was twelve, she is almost sure. Those were twelve orgasms in a stretch of 2.5 hours. A record set.
Putting her reading aside, Beatriz then grabs her purse to light up a smoke - no matter that her room is starting to acquire that distinctive cigarette scent as of late. She expels the smoke out in little, controlled puffs which create an array of little doughnuts in the air.
Feeling lethargic, she uses her coffee cup to collect the falling ashes, only then she does she attend her constantly vibrating cell phone. There are several missed calls, voice messages, and texts pending.
She searches down her contact list to find Carmen’s number. She must pass by a dozen others contacts, some of which she thinks that she must delete. Mostly from one night stands which promise a dour forecast for development.
-“Hello Carmen? Hi, listen I really very much need to talk to you. Today if you can….let’s meet at the mall in an hour….okay at the food court…see you soon.”
Collecting her aching body off the bed, Beatriz ambles to her closet for something to wear that day. This resembles the Los Angeles dumpster. Mounds of orphaned shoes are piled in disarray, the matching pair lost in the chaos.
Excavating through the rubble to eventually reunite a pair, she then wonders what on earth to wear.
Too much stuff to choose from, yet there is nothing remotely interesting. Seeing that she is out of clean underwear, she makes a mental note to shop for more of those, as she goes commando for the day.
She avoids looking at the pile of pending laundry. Way too daunting a task, as far as it has accumulated.
She then decides that a good project will be to convert a small room into a walk-in closet, or at least carpet the flooring with matching pairs of shoes, in not such a steep pile.
Embracing Carmen, Beatriz asks if she is hungry.
-“I could use some coffee if you’d like, I’m okay. Girl, you reek of cigarette smoke! I didn’t know you smoked.”
-“Oh, it’s fairly recent. I go out a lot with some friends, and they smoke, so I just kind of copied them to sort of fit in…you know? To seem cool and sophisticated I suppose. Oh, but I don’t smoke a whole box of them. It’s just a passing fad I guess.” Beatriz said wearing a weak smile.
-“Hmm last time I saw you, you were crying about a broken heart, and I gave you directions to that witch doctor. You looked heartbroken then, but girl now I have to say you don’t look much better off. There is something almost haunted in your eyes. Are you okay?” Carmen asks with concern.
-“Let’s walk to get some coffee, I’m starved!
Perhaps the mall is not such a good place to talk at Carmen; it is too noisy and crowded, and even as I walk by the window stores I feel the urge to consume more. If I find a pair of shoes that I fall in love with – shoes specially, I will even forgo making a payment on other things, in order to acquire those. It is as if I had no will to resist them!” Beatriz said in a feverish note.
-“Since when has this smoking and compulsive shopping has taken over?” Carmen asks with curiosity.
-“Hmm…I don’t know…just about the last time we’ve seen each other, a month I suppose. Carmen let’s step outside for a smoke, what I need to tell you is something of a delicate sort. It’s too noisy here!” Beatriz urges as they walk rapidly to a bench outside of this mall.
-“What is it Beatriz? Tell me everything.” Carmen asks with genuine concern.
-“Something is constantly watching me.
Often I wake up and I feel something pressuring me down, and my body feels immobilized. I wasn’t sure at the beginning, but lately I’ve taken to sleeping with the lamp on. In the dark, as I was falling asleep, I felt chills run down my thigh, as I felt the weight of something on my side- seating on the bed.” Beatriz said with desperation animating her face.
-“Besides the smoking and the shopping, are you having any other strange impulses?” Carmen inquires.
Looking downcast, Beatriz confesses. –“ Well,I drink, and party a lot, and frankly can't summon the will to clean up my place. In fact I need to shop for new underwear now to have something to wear.
But, also I’ve become a nymphomaniac. My body takes over with an overpowering need to copulate. It’s like a drug I must consume, and the more I get, the more I want!
I’ve become…an orifice - a receptacle without will or reason of any sort.
But last night, something truly scary happened; I called you because I am truly scared.”
Apprehension took hold of Beatriz when she was seated in a darkened back room. This illuminated by candles of all shapes and tones. Some were in the shape of hooded skeletons, others black as condensed gloom.
The air was thick with smoke, and redolent of spices and potions of all sorts. But something more than the immediate ambiance disturbed Beatriz; the eerie presence of an invisible force seemed almost palpable in this room.
-“I don’t even know why I’m here. I really don’t believe in this stuff - although don’t take any offense – to each his or her own.” Beatriz was respectful of the old, toothless witch doctor seated in front.
With a chuckle the brujo responded: - “You are not the first, nor the last woman to recourse to such aid. It has been a weapon of choice for women throughout centuries to acquire power and status through the male of their choice - when that was the only way to advance their lot in life.
It is woven into history you know.
You told me that you’re from Peru? Let me tell you a little story about the first progressive woman in what is Latin America. As you probably now, the very first University and bullfight plaza established in the Americas, was in Lima, Peru.
The Spaniard nobility immigrated en mass lured by the greed of more gold to take home.
The most scandalous romance of 18th century Lima was between the Viceroy and a famous theatre actress named Micaela Villegas. This become so, because he was the representative of the king of Spain – the highest authority in the land, and she was a Creole of indigenous decent.
As you know there was then and still even now terrible racial prejudice. This did not deter the smitten Viceroy. One night he extended and invitation to Micaela to dine in his palace. Micaela agreed on one condition, that he sent the royal carriage to pick her up.
A little disturbed by the request since this would draw too much attention to them, the Viceroy acquiescenced nonetheless.
Eventually, the Viceroy fell in love so deeply that upon declaring his love and fervid devotion to Micaela, she responded that she would only accept his love if he were to deposit the moon at her feet.
And this he did.
-“How could he deposit the moon at her feet? And was she very beautiful?” Beatriz interrupted the Brujo.
-“How the Viceroy deposited the moon at her feet was by building “Paseo de Aguas” in her honor. The promenade of waters anchored by large arches, and when the moon is full, it is reflected in its entire splendor on that giant pool.
There are no pictures of her, although it is said that she exuded unparalleled charm and grace. She was quite eccentric and loved to bathe in fresh milk, and shock the elite. She was impulsive, capricious, and occasionally taken to bouts of extreme generosity.
Micaela moved into the palace and would attend mass in the pompous royal carriage with a velvet interior, this pulled by four white horses of the noblest stock.
Also at the time it was considered improper for ladies to wear face paint, or to go out without a shawl covering half their face. Micaela would wear plenty of make-up and omit the shawl to functions.
Of course this liaison made the exclusive Spanish society livid, and behind her back, she was nicknamed “La Perrichola,” which is the equivalent of a female dog. The elite plotted to oust the Viceroy by spreading false rumors to the king of Spain.
-“I see, but why do you say that she was a progressive woman, by just sleeping with a prominent man?” Beatriz interrupted the brujo once again.
-“She was very clever and somewhat educated as she learned to read and write, which was uncommon for women of her social class at the time. She became a mediator of sorts for the common folk. They came to her to ask for aid, and through her urging schools, and hospitals were built.
She is quoted to have said, “Peruvians! Do no combat the ruling empire with arms, because I will have it subdued at my feet, through my charms.” You see what I mean now?
Another quote that she is famous for is: “I will not enter the palace as a maid like my sisters do; I will be the queen of the masses, even beyond the injustices of the empire.”
Her morbid desire to humiliate the elite identified her with the plebeian. That is how she won the support of the Church which was mighty formidable at that time. For through her good deeds she came to be idolized by the subjugated masses, and she lured them to come to church just to see her. The Church was won to her side by her generosity, as well as a using her as a pawn to convert more Catholics.
-“I see, so what happened then? What happened to them?” Beatriz asks expectantly.
Well, they had one male child, which she demanded the Viceroy legitimize. The plots against him eventually bore fruit, and he was replaced by someone else, and ordered to return back to Spain.
He left her a pension and properties, and heart brokenly parted ways. She was not allowed a visa of sorts to get aboard any ship, and besides the Viceroy who was a member of a noble family in Spain, knew that she would not be accepted into his world.
Her later years were spent as a novice of the Carmelitas in the monastery, and performing good deeds.
So as you can see my dear, one must do what one must do. What would you like to do now?” The brujo with piercing dark eyes inquired.
-“I don’t want much. I only want him to be aware in a subconscious level that he can only maintain an erection - solely with me!”
