May the Concept of LAME Be Forever Forbidden

Posted by: Sally Golan

I never set out to be an entrepreneur. I truly thought, for the longest time, I would be an actress. Or a writer. Or a producer. Or all three.

But life likes to smack you upside the head and call you stupid. I really hated the idea of not being in control of my career and most of all, I felt like a non-contributing zero expecting people to pay me to “pretend” and then go away. And no offense to actors all over the world (lord knows I have plenty of talented actor friends) but I felt like a god dam sock puppet who was told to dance for my dinner. Pa-The-Tic.

I’ve been involved in the nightlife industry in some capacity my entire life. I’ve always had a passion for entertaining people, connecting with them, moving them and inspiring them. I realized that I was getting the same gratification through event production. This blew my mind. So did the tanking of Lehman brothers. That sucked. But that was the year small business were born. And Voila!

I hate lame parties. I fucking hate them. I hate lame people. Lame people suck. Lame people at lame parties is as torturous to me as watching curling. You know what’s worse then lame people at lame parties? Nothing.

That being said, I VOW to never be lame. Social Exposure was born out of a passion for the theatrics. It was born out of recognizing a need to communicate with each other in NEW ways. We have all been to a billion events and we’ve pretty much seen it all but what we almost NEVER do is what events are meant to do: CONNECT. Isn’t that bizarre? You walk away with all these business cards, and yet you met nobody.

Social Exposure events eradicate the LAME out of the atmosphere and breathe inspiring, exhilarating, NEW ideas so people really REMEMBER where the hell they went and who the hell they met.


See you at the next one.

Welcome to Social Exposure’s Blog

Besides throwing the most daring avant-garde parties, Social Exposure also dabbles in other forms of entertainment, such as our irrepressible blog!

Our founder and mad woman Sally Golan will take you behind the scenes on what it’s like to create Social Exposure’s concept events and all the crazy shit that comes along with it. You can also follow Social Exposure’s famous mascot, Charlie Blueduck, on his world travels as the dirty-minded duck gets into all kinds of mischief.

We also follow pop culture. Our Twitter page, @ExposingNYC, is the place to be when major award shows happen, because we can be found parked in front of our TVs with phones in hand Live Tweeting all the action and celebrities falling down on their way to accept their awards.

Enjoy our blog as we bring a taste of Social Exposure to you!

Winter Wanderlust by Charlie Blueduck

Hello my darlings.

Happy new year, to all my NY party people and plebs around the world who have been bestowed upon and blessed with handling my squeaky ass or partaken in all manner of mutual fondling under the spell of sparkly, foamy and spicy cocktails.

Although you haven’t heard from me in a while, that doesn’t mean that I’ve been excused from partying and the foolishness that can ensue prior, during and as a result of partying, because I certainly have… and in more ways that I should have wanted.

Being that none of you gives a fuck as to my whereabouts, here is a little rundown of what’s been left of my fate.

Just like any other of the bird species, once the cold started to roam around the northeast, I decided to grab my shit and migrate. Not to the south, but to the east, all the way to Europe. Although it was equally cold, Europe in the fall gives me the opportunity to commit further cuntery and get away with it.

So just to rub it in, here are some pics of a few places I went to.

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It’s Naked Party Time!!! by Charlie Blueduck

Howdy my dear party animals!

Are y’all ready!?

Prior to today’s party, I’ve been doing some carnal rehearsals abroad. Mainly, whoring it out in Europe as a prelude to what is supposed to come today. In more ways than one, I’m sure.

You horny lot.

In any case, last time I mentioned how I’ve been glowing like a chubby hard on with fluorescent colors and shit after eating  McDonald’s radiation water and sticking it in the wrong places.

Now, it’s been about 4 weeks since I’ve been glowing like a light saber, in the shape of a duck and rumor has it that animal control has me in their top ten most wanted for indecent exposure (apparently only cats and dogs are the only ones allowed to publicly display affection for their privates parts).

To compliment it, with a red cherry on top, they want to fry my ass too. Apparently I’ve caused too much of a raucous partying all over New York and it’s caused a socially infectious epidemic that makes people turn into fluorescent colors, just like yours truly.

So they are calling me a disease, how dare they!?

Therefore, meantime, I ask all of you to let me hide among yourselves tonight, since everyone will be glowing, I’m sure I will fit right in. Feel free to hide me in the usual body crevices, holy mounds and other (erogenous and otherwise) areas you can squeeze me in, protect me from harm and have a blast at tonight’s party.

Respect, drink responsibly and have fun, you guys!!!

Charlie Love

It’s Fall Season Party Time!!! by Charlie Blueduck

Hello party people and partners in all things naughty.

I’ve missed you all. It’s been a marvellous summer, full of sand, sun, glitter and Frisbee at the park with hot ribbed sweaty men. The latter, that’s Sally. As for me, it’s been mostly partying, imbibing juicy and fizzy fluids and being rubbed and inserted into people’s crevices. In certain cases, manhandled, beheaded by a dog or simply told to fuck right off once I am of no additional use.


Anyhow, excuses and bullshit aside, I decided to hang out with a different crew this time other than the usual humans. My new crew included neighbors of the animal kingdom: swans, geese, a dolphin, a rabbit and Snoop Dogg.
I should have known it would be a bad idea to hang out with this gang because a party at a rooftop bar ended up with all of us animals strewn across a garbage dump near a lake, which smelled of explosive swamp ass somewhere in upstate NY.

After unconsciously ingesting radiation water I started developing a little bit of discomfort and side effects. We’re talking glowing body parts….and not my duck wings….but my love piece. Now there are two ways I could handle this. Freak the fuck out!!! OR…use my new glowing apparatus as a tool:) So every party I went to chics were using me and my nuclear reactive duck parts to find shit like their lost cell phones, lipsticks, write phone numbers on their hands for douche bags to call them later, you name it! I felt like a total hero!! Thanks Radiation stuff in a dumpster bin!

Then it hit me: Glowing dick + Party = Naked Fluorescent Party!!
It took me some time that night convincing Sally to reactivate the awesomeness of what once was the naked body painting party, but with tender loving and lots of lube Vodka and my over the top sex appeal, I managed to make her moan agree that we should raunch it up with this most infamous event.
And thus ladies and gents, for your vulgar delectation, we shall party naked. September 27th, the Fall Naked body painting party in black light!!

Ready to Party Once Again? Kandi Store Launch Party is Tomorrow and I Got Caught With a Ho. – by Charlie Blueduck

Hello again party people,

So tomorrow is our very colorful, very estrogen laden Kandi store launch party; free booze from 8 to 9 pm courtesy of Bong Spirit Vodka. Some prizes are in store along with the chance to win a free laser pube shaving for the ladies when you participate in this quiz and a gag ball for the boys along with paddles to spank the motherfuckers.

Ok this last one is courtesy of me.

Last time I posted, I was talking about my daring whore out time with the Kandi girls and the fact that I was dating them all at the same time and they kind of found out.

Let me briefly describe the situation:

It was a dark stormy night…..

I was hanging out with Ruby, the sexy brunette freak and having a few glasses of Vodka from the bong looking bottle, and having a few cookies, non addictive, of course, and watching a movie.

She wanted to watch porn and I wanted to see the 2 and a half men show. The previous night I had been with Goldie and she drained my brain and other moist areas, beyond their throbbing capacity to dispense… love and other goodies.

A little scuffle ensued as my love piece was being sought after with vengeance by this little nymph whose raven hair framed a little evil look on her face, especially after I said: “Honey, I am not in the mood”.

As I went to the washroom to wear protective gear over my junk, I had left my phone behind and lo and behold, she read all my shit.

Yes, I got caught as simple as that. All my last texts and messages were between the Kandi girls and myself, which were mostly explicit in nature and to say that my ass almost got barbecued is an understatement.

Good thing I have wings. I grabbed my phone and jumped out of the window right before Ruby succeeded in making a Charlie Kabob with a giant plastic phallus that is 3 times my size. I could handle any size but that shit was jut big!

Any case, I was summoned to appear before them next day in order to give an accurate account of my whoring with each one of them without them realizing it.

As a man/duck of his word and honor, I complied and like all of my gender have the tendency to do when we are scared, I stood behind a bullet proof glass with bars and two bouncers next to me, just for good measure and in case of a drive by from one of these sneaky ladies… present and past.

Seriously, it only happens to me; I have to hire body guards to keep me safe from the ladies. It is hard to be me, really, I can’t help it.

Well, regardless of the amount of trouble these ladies want to get me into, I am INNOCENT. Just because they read shit on my phone doesn’t mean I did it. Ok maybe yes but still, it’s a free country and we are talking about me, Charlie; therefore I am bound to be in a lot of naughty trouble.

Oh and I was under the influence of vodka that came out from a bottle in the shape of a bong, which was bad ass, so I can’t be blamed for any ass-holery that may have taken place!!

Ok so that is it for now. If you see me tomorrow with black and blue all over my face it has nothing to do with my ass getting kicked by the Kandi girls, but simply it’s them girls trying their make up on me.

that is all for now, see you all tomorrow.

Charlie Casanova D

Lust is In The Air and It Tastes Like Kandi by Charlie Blueduck

My fellow Americans:

You all may think is a little quiet around these here parts, perhaps too eerily quiet but not exactly when I’m around. Even if you don’t see me you can always hear the moaning and the screaming from far. You will always think and know it is from me. Now, ladies and gents, do I have stories to tell you:

See, every time we have a party, I meet people. Of course, who doesn’t want to hang around me and take me home to replace their dolphin toy and do bad things with my head etc etc.??  I’m simply irresistible like that.

After our last party in the clouds (non hallucinogenic, if y’all remember), my beautiful curvy swan ran away with some Italian stallion, thus leaving me heart broken and horny. In order to emotionally retaliate against the Gods of love and all that mushy shit, I decided to date right and left and that’s what I’ve been doing as of late.

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