Hi hey hello there. I’ve got a few recommendations for you.
- Put this in your butt.
- Put this on your clit.
- Put this in your vag.
- Put this wherever the damn hell you please.
Hi hey hello there. I’ve got a few recommendations for you.
When Vibrant gave me the option to review the Minna KGoal, I almost said no. I was (and still am) in the midst of final exams and papers and projects, and I thought I’d hate the toy anyway, especially after my experiences with other kegel exercisers. But after all, I love shirking responsibilities, my pelvic floor needs some work, and I love Vibrant as a company. They carry only body safe products, use gender-neutral language, and donate a portion of proceeds to planned parenthood. They’ve also sent bloggers T-shirts to welcome them to their affiliate program, so basically they’re doing everything right. I’m so happy they reached out to me about reviewing the KGoal, because I love it, and I love them, and I love loving stuff.
Sometimes I pee a bit when I jump on a trampoline. Or laugh. Or cough. Or sneeze. Or… you get the idea. The one time I tried kegel weights, they did not want to come out. All the google searches in the world couldn’t find anything to do with “where to put kegel weights in vagina” or “kegel ball stuck behind pubic bone?”, so I figured it was time for some extra help. My partner, Simon, had told me about his physical therapist friend who specialized in pelvic floor health, so I set up an appointment. I was nervous and unsure at first, worrying about a stranger seeing my bits and potential awkwardness, but 1. A physical exam didn’t even happen in the first appointment, and 2. This person looks at vulvas and buttholes every day; mine will be no surprise. After convincing myself of this, I was actually kind of excited about this prospect. I couldn’t wait to learn more about my body.
I am picky about my condoms, and have every right to be. A condom embraces your genitals, lovingly protecting them from pregnancy, a number of STIs and maybe even a little ball sweat. Condoms and other barriers provide so much more than protection; they provide peace of mind. Companies are always trying to come up with ways to change and improve the classic condom, whether that is with a new material, a new applicator, or a new way to magnificently embarrass your entire brand. Some condom makers are doing awesome things. Glyde Condoms are vegan, fair trade, have different sizes, and use high-quality lube. This is the closest to my ideal condom-seller I’ve seen, but still, one can have dreams: dreams of a shiny, beautiful, perfect condom company.
I have many aspirations: move to somewhere I love, eventually get a college degree, work in a feminist sex shop for a bit, die happy. You know, the usual. I have life goals, and then I have sex goals. Neither are coming easily at the moment. I live in a rather small house with my parents and siblings. The upstairs bedrooms are all connected, meaning my brother has to walk through my room to get to his own room. Translation: I cannot masturbate nearly as often as I need to, nor can Simon and I fuck when he comes to visit. When we can fuck, it’s a quick, silent session sans toys or roleplay or anything “extra”. It’s good, but I want more. Thanks to my fairly creative, active, and sexually-starved brain, here’s some stuff that is totally going to happen once Simon moves into his new apartment and I come to visit.
You’ve been blogging for just over two months now: months that have both flown by and dragged on. You have already learned so much about blogging, and even more about sex. You’ve received your first toy for review (thank you Funkit Toys!), made some friends, and virtually interacted with so many cool people. You can now help someone find a dildo shaped like Lebron James, or a unicorn horn, or a light saber. Although you still don’t have a blogging niche, your posts have already begun to change a little and improve. Some days you feel on top of the world, but most others, you feel entirely inadequate, irrelevant, and worthless. This is for you to read on those days.
People discover masturbation in various ways. Some touch or rub their genitals against something and realize “hey this feels good!”, some copy what they see in porn, some hear about it from friends, and some like me have no idea masturbation exists until their new boyfriend’s fingers have been innocently jammed up their vagina in all the wrong ways and they’ve turned to the internet for guidance. May is national masturbation month, and after reading Emmeline Peaches’ story of masturbation, I decided to share my own story in honor of this celebration of self-pleasure.
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Last Tuesday (4/26), The folks of @sextalktuesday held a discussion facilitated by @taylorjmace about kink and BDSM being used as a therapeutic recovery method for those dealing with trauma. Since I have no connection to trauma and only experience depression and anxiety, I felt my thoughts about my own relationship to BDSM would be better suited for a personal blog post rather than chiming into the conversation with something off-topic.
*Trigger warning for depression and suicidal thoughts*
Two years ago around this time of year I realized that my mental health issues were more than just seasonal blues. Since then, there have been millions of questions I’ve asked, blame I’ve thrown at myself and others, and choices made to better understand and work with my illness. Hormonal contraceptives are one suspected factor of my anxiety and depression that I simply cannot stop analyzing. These are my own complicated experiences with hormonal birth control, so please remember that everyone is unique, and because of that my experiences will vastly differ from those of someone else. This is not a guide or a “birth control: exposed!”, but a personal reflection.