I tend to lust after the sex toys that are non-representational sculpted works of art. Don’t get me wrong, I have many penis-shaped dildos that I love using. There is just something about a smoothed curve of an object that could be left out as an art piece on the coffee table that makes me want to… These objects are seductive, inviting you to pick them up and caress them, use them to caress yourself with them. The Fling by NobEssence is one of these sculptures.
I have always struggled with my period. I have a short cycle, a long bleed-time, and a heavy flow. I often get debilitating cramps that make it difficult to stand up. I’ve never worn a light-colored item of clothing while on my period that hasn’t gotten blood on it. Inconvenient and annoying are the first words that pop into my mind when I think about my period. The Fun Cup by Fun Factory hasn’t made my period more fun, but it has made it a little less inconvenient.
When I first heard rumblings of a new sex toy, the Queen Bee, being released by Hot Octopuss, the company that brought us a fairly innovative luxury vibrating penis stroker, I was pretty excited. This new toy was aimed at clits and promised to bring their award winning oscillations to the table. Unfortunately, you need to do more than aim something in the general direction of a clit to get a promising reaction.
I have a thing for wand vibrators. External stimulation is super important for me and is pretty much the only thing that has been consistent about my sex life from day one. Wand vibrators are great because they have a head with a fair amount of surface area which is helpful in warming up the labia and clit legs before I move directly to my clit head and with longer handles than most vibrators, I don’t have to wrench my wrist around to apply pressure, which is especially key if my joints have been acting up and I’m having a bad pain day in my wrists. When I pulled my new Doxy Number 3 out of the bag I knew that this was now the prettiest wand I owned– but would it hold it’s own in my arsenal?
I had heard stories of the mythical Pure Wand and how it was a magical toy that would bring any G-spot out of their shell. Sounded good, but holding that heavy crescent of stainless steel was intimidating! And at the time I wasn’t loving a huge amount of penetration and I worried I wouldn’t be able to insert the larger head of the Pure Wand. A few inches over in the velvet display box there lay the Fun Wand, an S-shaped wand with a medium bead at one end and 3 smaller beads on the other. Still stainless steel and with a bit of heft to it for it’s size, it seemed more inviting overall. Continue reading “Wands Just Want to Have Fun”
In my early 20s I was something of a vagabond. I traveled for the experience itself, feeling good and strong as a young woman out on my own. A travel rule I had was to only pack what I could carry myself. I made packing lists in my journal, revising them on each trip. There is an art to knowing exactly how many pairs of underwear, tights, and knee socks one will need for a trip of any particular length. I decided I needed to be self-sufficient and eco-conscious as much as possible so that I would be prepared for almost any situation that might come up. Continue reading “Have Vibe, Will Travel”
The Amor Dildo by Fun Factory was the first dildo I ever bought for myself. Not the first toy I ever bought or used, but the first one for myself. In roughly 10 years of owning and using sex toys they had always been associated with a sex partner, either because the partner bought them for me or we used them together or the toy was somehow reminiscent of the size and shape of their junk so I would always think of that particular person when using the toy. This practice was not a sustainable way to build a collection because I would either loose toys in breakups or purge them after all was said and done. [Note: unceremoniously dumping a vibrator that reminds you of an ex’s penis in the garbage can be a great way to move on.]
Content Warning: Sacrilegious material and nun puns
I am sure there has to be some correlation between being raised Catholic and ending up a witchy kinky queer freak. I mean, a love for pageantry, mysticism, and a living arrangement without men? Yes please! Obviously I found a different path than a rural convent, but I cannot discount the spiritual and cultural influences in my life– and perhaps it would be funny even try to escape them. I mean, I did end up living in maybe the most Catholic city in the United States.