And, perhaps more importantly, you know whether you want to remain one. People in my demographic — middle-class baby boomers — usually like to think of themselves as reasonably progressive in matters sexual. First Amendment, consenting adults and all that… Full disclosure: Now, my curiosity is, well, aroused. Anthropologically speaking, of course. What to make of the fact that her videos are snatched up as soon as Imago gets them in? Karen Adam understands perfectly.
Giggling bridesmaids, college students, adventurous couples, moms and dads, politicians, even clergy. In other words, just about anyone with a pulse. And most of them are a little uncomfortable their first time, Adam reassures. Every nook and cranny is as well-lit and clean as a library. In fact, the carpeting, curtains, plants and down-to-earth staff make Imago welcoming, almost homey. When I did, though, it was… educational. An expanding cock ring? And that does what?
Some items seemed juvenile, the stuff of bachelor-party ribaldry — inflatable dolls, for instance. Hmmm… Other products, like penis pumps, seemed medically questionable.
At the very least, the concupiscent babes with Barbie doll bods and amplified breasts do their utmost to undermine the self-esteem of real-gals-packing-cellulite.
None for me, thanks, even if the handcuffs are soft and fuzzy. What we all do with it, of course, is a function of temperament, upbringing, culture and other mitigating factors. Otherwise the act varies only in position and with the exponential possibilities of group sex. So it occurs to me that some people are easily bored with the standard equipment and need to embellish, to assist what comes naturally.
You can also have, or acquire, a healthy willingness to expand the ways to give, and receive, pleasure. Sure, an engagingly romantic movie can put me in the mood — but not for watching someone else get laid. When I finally noticed the video playing on an overhead screen at Imago, I thought the robotic licking, sucking and humping made sex look pretty silly, the fake passion as icky as the desperate groping of a drunk at last call.
But other people — lots of other, mostly male, people — clearly disagree. Porn, after all, is big, big business.
Located on the ground floor of a building with three apartments overhead, not far from Exit 17 on I, the place was a cramped 25 x 25 feet. Rainville cleaned and brightened it up, and when tenants of an adjacent apartment moved out about a year ago, he expanded Imago into that space. Now the store is a roomy square feet.
He notes that customers come — often — from as far as Montpelier and New York State. It was expelled from Taft Corners in Williston not long after it opened more than 17 years ago. When Rainville informed a local newspaper of his difficulties getting services, the editor declined to report it.
People in the U. On the day of our interview, Gerard Rainville handily defies that stereotype. He interrupts our conversation to do just that, in fact, when he hears spinning tires in the parking lot. Gradually, Rainville reveals more: These details are less surprising, though, than his litany of other experiences: He lived in Hawaii for six months — three of which were spent helping the Red Cross in the aftermath of a hurricane.
Huge, scary-looking, cherry-red Supercocks? To each his — or her — own.