Story: Ralph Greco, Jr.

I began my relationship with The Erotic Heritage Museum in Las Vegas way back in 2015 when I interviewed the Museum’s director, Dr. Victoria Hartmann, for a column I was writing called SEX FILES. The good doctor and I kept in touch from our first meeting; then, the museum placed an ad in which they were looking for a blog writer. Hoping I wasn’t double-dipping (or you know that other phrase where you do doody where you eat?) I inquired of Dr. V (as she had affectionately become known to me by them) if I might be considered for the job, and lo and behold, I began writing for the museum for a bit.

Then, from there, I’d get into being their PR liaison, a job I am proud to say I perform to this day (yes, it pays to cultivate relationships as much as never to burn a bridge). But even better than this job, I became and remain friends with the wonderful Dr. Victoria, and a better person you are not likely to meet; if I begin speaking about how truly nifty and keen, she is, I will just start gushing. Let’s just say Victoria Hartmann is one of the best people I have met on this wacky journey of a writing life that I have been on professionally for the past twenty-plus years.

During this time of me courting/working and loving the sex museum, I placed two books in their lobby, where they sell all kinds of ephemera, cool tee’s, posters, and yes, books. They also hold readings, meet-and-greets, and other super cool get-togethers in the big open space. The museum itself encompasses two floors and contains as many permanent exhibits as ones that come in to be featured for a finite amount of time. The second floor is laid out with a startlingly chock-full gallery of paintings, sketches, watercolors, porcelain figurines, sculptures, and carved wood objects. Really, it’s like no other place on the planet when it comes to sex-positivity, education and the exploration of that which we desire.

I am proud to say through a new contact I just met at the EHM (I did not ask to use her name here, so I shan’t, but even from the little contact I have had with her, she has been so wonderful to me, and I thank her so very much) I have just placed my Writing Dirty Words: The not-so-sexy hustle of making a living writing-and the occasional crack of the whip book in their lobby (and if you look a little closer at the pic here, under my dirty words book is one of the other books I still have at the EHM, a book I put out a few years ago called “Dating While Intexticating”…which I feel truly needs an update!).

So, here I am again proudly boasting that another book of mine is in the lobby store section of the Erotic Heritage Museum

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So, run over to 3275 S. Sammy Davis Junior Drive (a block off the strip) and buy a copy of my latest, and then buy a ticket and take a long walk through all that the Erotic Heritage Museum has on offer.

Ralph Greco, Jr. is the devilishly clever nom de plume of professional writer/musician Ralph Greco who lives in the wilds of suburban New Jersey. He is also a podcast co-host, but as everyone has a podcast these days, this fact is of very little consequence.

Ralph can be reached by writing [email protected]

 

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