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A Night at the Atlantic Sex Show by Inam, published 3/18/2025 for ohjoysextoy.com
Inam draws in a loose, almost-sketchy simplified style. The color palette is blues, pinks, and oranges with black line work.
Inam is a bug-eyed girl wearing a bat-earned hood. She energetically points at her phone while making intense eye contact with the reader, saying, "When I was in Halifax in February, I went to opening night at the Atlantic Sex Show!" Zipper up her winter parker, she continues, "It's a sexy convention... in the middle of winter." while snow blows around her.
Narration: I've always illustrated stories about sex and kink, but it's only in the last year I've started to realise I can actually try doing some of the stuff I've drawn.
She trudges through the knee-high snow, her feet making crunching noises with each step. She walks in the direction of an "ASS" sandwich board sign.
"Why did I wear all these layers... She wonders as she pushes open the door to the convention building. Sweat drips down her face.
"Oh, they have a coat rack." She observes and then notices another person removing their heavy winter coat to reveal sexy black underwear beneath. "OH! I could have worn a sexy outfit!"
Caption: (Most people wore regular street clothes though)
Narration: I'm also nosy and wanted to see how other erotic artists make a living.
Inam wanders through the convention hall with her n95 mask secured over her nose and mouth. She walks by tables and booths with their wares on display. A giant bracelet with heart beads floats overhead next to two art prints, one of a fox and the other a fairy.
"Handmade jewelry... Nature and plants... Surprisingly normal?" Inam pulls aside their mask to sample some freeze dried candy from a jar, asking themself, "why"
Peeking into a dark room, Inam peers over the shoulder of a person drawing on a big paper pad, their subject a nude model reclining on a fainting couch. "Live life drawing!" She thinks to herself. "Impressive!"
Squinting at her phone, she thinks to herself, "OK I have GOT to find this dungeon or I'm going to miss these demos! There's going to be fire, ropes, and something called the VacCube?!!"
Page Two
She exits an elevator, thinking, "Found it."
Narration: In my head, I guess I pictured a kink demo like this: There'd probably be a stage and someone would narrate everything.
In her imagination, we see a brightly lit stage with a presenter wearing a tuxedo addressing the audience. The presenter gestures at the couple on the stage with a pointer in one hand and speaks confidently into the microphone in their other hand. To their side is a sandwich board holding up scientific-looking diagrams. On stage, a larger person kneels with their pants dropped, no top on, and a bondage mask covering their head. Another person pauses in the middle of flogging the kneeling person. They, too, wear a bondage mask (but with pig tails), fancy underwear, and thigh-high boots.
Narration: But actually, it's more like..."
The scene shifts to darker lighting.
Caption: Laughing!
A person dressed business casual flogs another person who is topless and attached at the wrists to a giant X structure. The bound person is blindfolded and laughing as the flogger SMACKs against their back.
Caption: Talking!
A handful of people chat against a wall in a room. One person is dressed business casual and waves to someone off panel. A person dressed in a t-shirt and jeans sits in a wheelchair, chatting with someone dressed in a cheerleader outfit.
Caption: Sentimental upbeat folk music?
Two giant speakers play music on a stage.
Caption: Clapping!
A large audience applauds and cheers from bleachers, including Inam.
Page Three
From the bleachers, Inam is transfixed by something happening on the stage as she thinks to herself, "Woah, they're using fire! I want to take a look... Can I?"
"hi" Inam greets the people in a demo area with a friendly wave.
"hi" each of the three people greets her in return. Their demo area is cordoned off with velvet ropes and giant curtains cascade down in the background. On person sits on the demonstration table wearing only star-shaped pasties, underwear, and knee-high baggy socks. Another person stands by the table wearing a short dress, glasses, and a badge on a lanyard. The third person wears a collared shirt and slacks, standing behind the table.
In a different area with its own velvet rope, a person wearing thigh-high boots and little else greets their friend with a "You made it!" The friend waves back, wearing jeans, a long-sleeved striped top, and carrying their purse in hand.
Narration: I was struck by how talkative and relaxed everyone was with each other.
Back to the demonstration table, the person who was sitting on it is now laying on their belly, leaving their back exposed as the demonstrator in the collared shirt ignites small pools of liquid on their back.
"How's that? Is that a good heat?" Asks the demonstrator as they deftly handle a lit wand over the volunteer's back, creating small flashes of fire light.
"Yes." Replies the person with bursts of fire lighting across their skin.
Narration: It felt like the kink community in Halifax must be really tight-knit.
Inam's view it filled with a different scene, this one showing a person suspended from the ceiling by intricately tied ropes around their chest, arms, thighs, and ankles. Their long hair flutters as their body sways in the air. They are nude aside from their underwear. Another person stands by, running their hand through the suspended person's hair and smiling affectionately at them. The standing person wears a bra and collar, with a star under each eye and their hair pulled into a high ponytail.
Narration: And I was really moved by seeing the amount of trust they put in each other.
The scene concludes with the formerly suspended person now resting delicately on the ground with their head resting in the lap of the other person. The resting person looks vulnerable but safe, while the sitting person strokes their hair and beams at the applauding audience.
"Th-they must care about each other soooo much!!!" Inam thinks to herself as her eyes overflow with tears. "This is so beautiful!!!"
Page Four
Narration: I was really surprised by all the cool and interesting toys they had on display.
A table displays a paddle with a thickly furry side, an oversized "novelty" hammer, and "a sword???"
"What would you use that for?!" Inam thinks to herself.
At another demonstration, a person kneels over some furniture in a tiny dress, exposing their streaked bottom. Another person stands at their side in a leather harness top exposing their chest and long tight black pants. The standing person holds a long sword in their hands, clearly in the middle of spanking the bent over person with the flat length of the blade.
Narration: I never thought I'd see people spanking each other with medieval weapons. I didn't know kink could be this fun and light-hearted. I loved it."
Quietly, Inam pushes open a back door.
Narration: When the dungeon got too crowded for me, I decided to head out to the vendors hall.
Poor Inam is blasted with garishly loud music as she enters a hall with rows of tables lined up and people inspecting their wares on them.
Narration: The stage was SO blaringly loud, and I got so nervous I ended up making several loops of the hall before I finally approached a seller.
From Inam's point of view, we see a cheerful vendor standing behind their table and holding out a sex toy.
Narration: And they were so, so friendly and helpful, I instantly felt better the moment we talked.
"We're a local Canadian toy company!" Chirps the vendor.
At another booth, a vendor stands as they show off a flogger that they dangle against their free hand. "Suede is a really soft material..." They explain.
Narration: It was so nice to hear them talk so passionately about their work.
From a different table, Inam reaches out to accept their bagged up purchase from a very tired (but still friendly) vendor.
Narration: I really felt for them having to work adjacent to a raging dance party thought.
"I WISH I WAS IN BED!" The vendor shouts over the music wearily as they wave goodbye to Inam.
Page Five
"I think it's time to call it a night..." Inam thinks to herself as she loads her purchases into her backpack.
With regret in her eyes and odd diagrams with question marks floating by her head, she thinks, "I'm sorry, VacCube... you will remain a mystery to me for now..."
Triumphantly, she marches back out into the nighttime cold, leaving little puffs of breath floating up into the sky.
Narration: I feel like I learned more in a single night at the Sex Show than I ever did from books and photos. All the silliness, tenderness and openness on display throughout the night gave me such a buzz (and also made me very hungry).
From the point of view of a street vendor, they hand down a take-out container of poutine to Inam, who stands on the sidewalk looking up expectantly at the warm meal.
Back at eye level, Inam looks at the reader, smiling just a bit mischievously as they take a big bite out of their meal and hold a big old dildo in the other hand. In the background, a handful of jacketed Sex Show patrons make their way home, their fishnets and boots revealing where they have just been.
Narration: I would 100% go again, and I'm already looking forward to next year.
Transcribed by Erika Moen on March 16, 2025 for ohjoysextoy.com
Inam draws in a loose, almost-sketchy simplified style. The color palette is blues, pinks, and oranges with black line work.
Inam is a bug-eyed girl wearing a bat-earned hood. She energetically points at her phone while making intense eye contact with the reader, saying, "When I was in Halifax in February, I went to opening night at the Atlantic Sex Show!" Zipper up her winter parker, she continues, "It's a sexy convention... in the middle of winter." while snow blows around her.
Narration: I've always illustrated stories about sex and kink, but it's only in the last year I've started to realise I can actually try doing some of the stuff I've drawn.
She trudges through the knee-high snow, her feet making crunching noises with each step. She walks in the direction of an "ASS" sandwich board sign.
"Why did I wear all these layers... She wonders as she pushes open the door to the convention building. Sweat drips down her face.
"Oh, they have a coat rack." She observes and then notices another person removing their heavy winter coat to reveal sexy black underwear beneath. "OH! I could have worn a sexy outfit!"
Caption: (Most people wore regular street clothes though)
Narration: I'm also nosy and wanted to see how other erotic artists make a living.
Inam wanders through the convention hall with her n95 mask secured over her nose and mouth. She walks by tables and booths with their wares on display. A giant bracelet with heart beads floats overhead next to two art prints, one of a fox and the other a fairy.
"Handmade jewelry... Nature and plants... Surprisingly normal?" Inam pulls aside their mask to sample some freeze dried candy from a jar, asking themself, "why"
Peeking into a dark room, Inam peers over the shoulder of a person drawing on a big paper pad, their subject a nude model reclining on a fainting couch. "Live life drawing!" She thinks to herself. "Impressive!"
Squinting at her phone, she thinks to herself, "OK I have GOT to find this dungeon or I'm going to miss these demos! There's going to be fire, ropes, and something called the VacCube?!!"
Page Two
She exits an elevator, thinking, "Found it."
Narration: In my head, I guess I pictured a kink demo like this: There'd probably be a stage and someone would narrate everything.
In her imagination, we see a brightly lit stage with a presenter wearing a tuxedo addressing the audience. The presenter gestures at the couple on the stage with a pointer in one hand and speaks confidently into the microphone in their other hand. To their side is a sandwich board holding up scientific-looking diagrams. On stage, a larger person kneels with their pants dropped, no top on, and a bondage mask covering their head. Another person pauses in the middle of flogging the kneeling person. They, too, wear a bondage mask (but with pig tails), fancy underwear, and thigh-high boots.
Narration: But actually, it's more like..."
The scene shifts to darker lighting.
Caption: Laughing!
A person dressed business casual flogs another person who is topless and attached at the wrists to a giant X structure. The bound person is blindfolded and laughing as the flogger SMACKs against their back.
Caption: Talking!
A handful of people chat against a wall in a room. One person is dressed business casual and waves to someone off panel. A person dressed in a t-shirt and jeans sits in a wheelchair, chatting with someone dressed in a cheerleader outfit.
Caption: Sentimental upbeat folk music?
Two giant speakers play music on a stage.
Caption: Clapping!
A large audience applauds and cheers from bleachers, including Inam.
Page Three
From the bleachers, Inam is transfixed by something happening on the stage as she thinks to herself, "Woah, they're using fire! I want to take a look... Can I?"
"hi" Inam greets the people in a demo area with a friendly wave.
"hi" each of the three people greets her in return. Their demo area is cordoned off with velvet ropes and giant curtains cascade down in the background. On person sits on the demonstration table wearing only star-shaped pasties, underwear, and knee-high baggy socks. Another person stands by the table wearing a short dress, glasses, and a badge on a lanyard. The third person wears a collared shirt and slacks, standing behind the table.
In a different area with its own velvet rope, a person wearing thigh-high boots and little else greets their friend with a "You made it!" The friend waves back, wearing jeans, a long-sleeved striped top, and carrying their purse in hand.
Narration: I was struck by how talkative and relaxed everyone was with each other.
Back to the demonstration table, the person who was sitting on it is now laying on their belly, leaving their back exposed as the demonstrator in the collared shirt ignites small pools of liquid on their back.
"How's that? Is that a good heat?" Asks the demonstrator as they deftly handle a lit wand over the volunteer's back, creating small flashes of fire light.
"Yes." Replies the person with bursts of fire lighting across their skin.
Narration: It felt like the kink community in Halifax must be really tight-knit.
Inam's view it filled with a different scene, this one showing a person suspended from the ceiling by intricately tied ropes around their chest, arms, thighs, and ankles. Their long hair flutters as their body sways in the air. They are nude aside from their underwear. Another person stands by, running their hand through the suspended person's hair and smiling affectionately at them. The standing person wears a bra and collar, with a star under each eye and their hair pulled into a high ponytail.
Narration: And I was really moved by seeing the amount of trust they put in each other.
The scene concludes with the formerly suspended person now resting delicately on the ground with their head resting in the lap of the other person. The resting person looks vulnerable but safe, while the sitting person strokes their hair and beams at the applauding audience.
"Th-they must care about each other soooo much!!!" Inam thinks to herself as her eyes overflow with tears. "This is so beautiful!!!"
Page Four
Narration: I was really surprised by all the cool and interesting toys they had on display.
A table displays a paddle with a thickly furry side, an oversized "novelty" hammer, and "a sword???"
"What would you use that for?!" Inam thinks to herself.
At another demonstration, a person kneels over some furniture in a tiny dress, exposing their streaked bottom. Another person stands at their side in a leather harness top exposing their chest and long tight black pants. The standing person holds a long sword in their hands, clearly in the middle of spanking the bent over person with the flat length of the blade.
Narration: I never thought I'd see people spanking each other with medieval weapons. I didn't know kink could be this fun and light-hearted. I loved it."
Quietly, Inam pushes open a back door.
Narration: When the dungeon got too crowded for me, I decided to head out to the vendors hall.
Poor Inam is blasted with garishly loud music as she enters a hall with rows of tables lined up and people inspecting their wares on them.
Narration: The stage was SO blaringly loud, and I got so nervous I ended up making several loops of the hall before I finally approached a seller.
From Inam's point of view, we see a cheerful vendor standing behind their table and holding out a sex toy.
Narration: And they were so, so friendly and helpful, I instantly felt better the moment we talked.
"We're a local Canadian toy company!" Chirps the vendor.
At another booth, a vendor stands as they show off a flogger that they dangle against their free hand. "Suede is a really soft material..." They explain.
Narration: It was so nice to hear them talk so passionately about their work.
From a different table, Inam reaches out to accept their bagged up purchase from a very tired (but still friendly) vendor.
Narration: I really felt for them having to work adjacent to a raging dance party thought.
"I WISH I WAS IN BED!" The vendor shouts over the music wearily as they wave goodbye to Inam.
Page Five
"I think it's time to call it a night..." Inam thinks to herself as she loads her purchases into her backpack.
With regret in her eyes and odd diagrams with question marks floating by her head, she thinks, "I'm sorry, VacCube... you will remain a mystery to me for now..."
Triumphantly, she marches back out into the nighttime cold, leaving little puffs of breath floating up into the sky.
Narration: I feel like I learned more in a single night at the Sex Show than I ever did from books and photos. All the silliness, tenderness and openness on display throughout the night gave me such a buzz (and also made me very hungry).
From the point of view of a street vendor, they hand down a take-out container of poutine to Inam, who stands on the sidewalk looking up expectantly at the warm meal.
Back at eye level, Inam looks at the reader, smiling just a bit mischievously as they take a big bite out of their meal and hold a big old dildo in the other hand. In the background, a handful of jacketed Sex Show patrons make their way home, their fishnets and boots revealing where they have just been.
Narration: I would 100% go again, and I'm already looking forward to next year.
Transcribed by Erika Moen on March 16, 2025 for ohjoysextoy.com