Quarter Life Project

Be careful what you wish for… | February 11, 2010

Last year I was lamenting the loss of my family and was unhappy with my work situation. While I am still unhappy with it, things are really looking up: I now have a greater sense of calm than I ever had in a long while, I’m happier as a person, and I’m moving on. In terms of family I’ve reconnected with long-lost relatives, who tend to call me a lot. It’s going to take a while for me to get used to since I never had to call and check up on siblings or anything of that sort. And since I lived with mom I didn’t really have to call to check up on her, I’d come home and there she was.

Because of these new changes in my life, I’ve decided to resurrect the Quarter Life Project but still talk about dealing with loss. In the past year I’ve been no stranger to it in almost every aspect of my life. Today’s new thing was supposed to be my first driving lesson, but the weather effectively ruined/postponed my lessons for another day. Curse you, snow.

After a short visit to Baruch College to take care of something, I figured I’d head off to the Museum of Sex since it was in the area. I’d been dying to go for a while but was always too timid to venture in there by myself. Not today.

This one prevents AIDS.

From condom tins to the vibrators that looked like hairdryers, the museum had quite an assortment of things to look at. This poster was one of my favorites.

One of the rooms had a peculiar odor to it, one that was similar to rubber but not quite. It also had an assortment of gadgets as well as life-sized dolls. I’d always been curious to see what they look like close up, and now I don’t have to wonder anymore.

And the last room was all about Sex and the Moving Image. It featured shorts, stag films, and clips of various movies showing how sex has transformed on film over the years. Surrounded in an entire room of television and projector screens, I couldn’t help but get stimulated… visually. Ha.

I left with a souvenir: a new shot glass paired with my entry ticket, of course. Let’s see what tomorrow will bring.