Then there was the panel, led by a burlesque dancer who had to shout over the thumping bass from the DJ in the next room. It was unpolished, messy, and utterly authentic. The "Internet Lounge" Perhaps the most bizarre artifact of 2002 was the "Internet Lounge." A bank of 15 desktop computers running Windows 98 sat in the hallway. For $2 for 10 minutes, attendees could log into AOL Instant Messenger (AIM) to check if their online lover was actually going to show up to the meet-and-greet.

Stay tuned for next week: "The Rise and Fall of the Velvet Rope: Where are the ErotiCon organizers now?"

In 2024, we watch influencers unbox sex toys in perfectly lit studios. In 2002, we watched a guy in a chainmail vest try to explain the difference between a flogger and a cat-o-nine-tails while a speaker blew a fuse.

But that is exactly why it matters.

The chat rooms of 2002 were a core part of the ErotiCon identity. Screen names like "DarkKnight_69" and "Velvet_Tears" were written on sticky name tags. Meeting someone "IRL" (In Real Life) was still a novelty. Looking back, ErotiCon 2002 was not "cool." It was awkward, sweaty, and often poorly organized. The fire marshal almost shut down the "Midnight Masquerade" because the fog machine set off the sprinklers.

Here is what it was like to step behind the velvet rope twenty-two years ago. Forget the streamlined, hyper-professional look of today’s sex-positive expos. ErotiCon 2002 was all about crushed velvet, vinyl, frosted tips, and frosted lipstick. The fashion was a chaotic mash-up of The Matrix , Blade , and a late-night Cinemax movie.

The highlight (or lowlight, depending on your perspective) was hosted by a man named "Master K." He wore a velvet cape and used a laser pointer. The room had 200 people crammed into seats meant for 80. The Q&A session devolved into a 20-minute argument about whether The Lord of the Rings extended edition was a good date movie.

For the uninitiated, ErotiCon was a traveling adult convention that peaked in the late 90s and early 2000s. While the Las Vegas event later became the flagship, the iteration—held in a sprawling, slightly rundown hotel convention center in the Midwest—remains a fascinating time capsule.