Tuesday, November 04, 2008
For a job that's considered the "oldest profession", prostitution sure doesn't garner a lot (or any) of the respect that comes with seniority. And that's a shame, because not only has it been around since, essentially, the beginning of civilization, but it's going to stay around until the apocalypse comes (and I'm not evolutionary biologist, but I would propose that in the time of cave-dwelling, cavewomen would concede to sex as a form of trade for resources owned by cavemen). If only for that reason, prostitutes deserve the rights that should be held by all workers (unfortunately, they aren't...but that's another post altogether). Although there are some women who enter the sex work force in search of empowerment or a new experience, many women are forced into prostitution because our society has institutionalized sexism. Think about the glass ceiling: women get lower wages for the same work, women are expected to do unpaid domestic labor at home in addition to their day (and/or) night jobs, women are expected to raise the next generation successfully...yet, in return, women get shit. It should be no surprise that women of all walks of life often turn to prostitution or other forms of sex work (eg: college students in need to tuition money, taking on a stint as an amateur stripper). If you're going to make the system shitty, you might as well give the strippers a fighting chance, treat them like people. Ideally, of course, women would be on equal footing with men AND sex work would be legalized.
In spirit, I am "voting" for Proposition K because its passage will decriminalize the most negatively stereotyped form of sex work. It seems that selling one's sex is conceived by our society to be the most horrendous form of "self-exploitation" there is--far worse than selling the sight of one's body, as in stripping, or one's sexual fantasies, as with sex writers. So by legalizing, and thus to some extent destigmatizing prostitution, the gateway for acceptance of all types of sex work will be opened. Let the violene, the hate, the stereotypes stop!
As of this post, it seems that those voting AGAINST Proposition K have a 13 point victory; I hope it isn't definitive but hope is no match against the actual statistics. If it doesn't pass this time, I hope the people of San Francisco will work hard to put it on the ballot again and again until it does. Give people their rights.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Most recently, a certain post over at Shay's The S Spot caught my eye. It was all about trying to find the perfect kind of "natural", organic lube for someone's pretty lady. And whenever people bring up their favorite lubes, I feel inclined to shout about mine, which is one of the most basic on the market. But basic is not always bad. Instead of "oldie but goodie", you could say that it's a "basic but bestie"!
Less cleverness and more to the point: I love Babeland's BabeLube!!! It comes in a completely clear gel (there used to be a liquid form but I'm not sure if they're still selling it) that doesn't taste like anything or smell like anything, both of which are extremely important in my consideration of lubes. Another plus is that the giant 16 oz bottle (apparently, not giant enough since I'm running out already!) comes with a pump for super-easy dispensing. Just pump, apply (one pump of lube is enough to adequately lubricate two people), and let the fun begin! One of the first lubes I used was Astroglide: I could never apply just the right amount because it seemed inclined to spill all over my sheets and the flip top often broke off! In contrast, BabeLube spreads beautifully--no dripping! stays where you put it!-- and stays slick for long enough to do the trick. And if you feel like taking a break from other activities to go down on each other, lick away! No taste or smell at all--even when an entire BabeLubed cock is in your mouth.
The only con about this product is that after a while, it does tend to get a bit gummy; however, this con is totally redeemed by the fact that this water-based lube can be "reactivated" with just a bit of water. How you apply this water...is completely up to you. Some of my preferred methods of application include taking a sip of water and licking my partner's penis, or licking my hand and giving him a handjob.
But, to any readers, I do have one big lube-related question. What lube is there that is comparable to BabeLand but still works for anal sex? BabeLube can do the trick, but only if I'm waaayyy relaxed already and we apply about two pumps (more if we're using a condom). Is there a slicker lube that won't gum up from the friction so quickly that is also water-based? Or is silicone lube the way to go for anal sex? HELP!!! I've tested out Maximus in stores and it just smelled too weird for me. Oftentimes, after some anal sex, my partner will discard his condom and I'll give him some head...which I definitely wouldn't do if I was about to be smuggled by the smell of Maximus. Any suggestions?
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Once upon a time, I wasn't as sexually experienced as I am now. Not to say that I'm Mistress Matisse or anything but a couple years ago, I had never given head, had barely even had sex (much less in creative positions!), and thought anal sex was totally taboo territory. Back then, I was much more hesitant to explore my sexuality and my sexual boundaries, not so much because I thought my body was dirty or anything like that, but mostly because I didn't quite know where to begin. So I turned to reading about sex and other sexual escapades in articles online and by peeking at books in the "sexuality" section of book stores. (Good thing I at least had the good sense to refrain from sexually educating myself using the likes of Cosmopolitan and Elle! Although, let me confess a guilty pleasure here: now that I mostly read about sex in the context of erotica and not technical how-to guides, I do love reading newstand crap like Cosmo and Elle and Vogue...)
One of the best guides I've encountered so far is Paul Joannides' "Guide to Getting It On!". It's become something a classic, seeing as the size and shape of this enormous sex tome are somewhat akin to that of a bible. Inside, you'll find humorously written guides about the basics of intercourse, anal sex, sexual health, and everything else you could imagine about sex. Dr. Paul Joannides approaches sex from the perspective that it's not something that just happens between a man and a woman's or a woman and a woman's or a man and a mans's or...&c's sexual parts. Sex is an event and a psychological place that is to be carefully and consensually negotiated, whether you're just doing it for fun with a transient partner or you're doing it with the love of your life.
Despite the fact that it's about 700 pages in length, this extremely thorough guide is very easy to read. In fact, I sat down and finished it in one weekend. And at the end of this weekend? I was 700 pages more knowledgeable about my sexual possibilities. Granted, there was a huge week long power outage then, but still! If you're still looking for tips and tricks on how to get fellatio or cunnilingus just right, or how to work sex toys into your life, then this is definitely the book for you! Or hell, if you just need some good beach-side reading instead of that chicklit crap, turn to the Guide for Getting It On (if you flash the cover at cuties walking by, you may even get it on at the beach!).
But when all is said and done, this is probably one of the only sex guides that I've read cover to cover. Does anyone out there have favorites that they'd like to recommend?
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Classy sex shops like Babeland, Good Vibrations, and Come As You Are--the ones that show their customers respect by stocking only the most functional and user friendly toys--are the most basic type of "toy" purveyor for adults. In middle school, I remember the day when a particularly rich classmate's dad was invited into the classroom to tell us about how he worked hard doing what he loved (I forget what he did, though) and made good money doing it. He lured us into a trance as he talked about all the wonderful "toys" he could buy with his money and his lifestyle. There was even a bit of show-and-tell to it: he brought in--what was, at the time--a fantastically high-tech photo printer and other unaffordable gadgets, even being so tacky as to speed off in his Lamborghini at the end of the presentation. My point is: when people talk about swapping in stuffed animals and action figures for more "grown-up toys", they often mean cars, computers, and fabulously outfitted vacation homes. But when you get back to the basics, a good old adult toy is one that will give you pleasure. While childhood toys offered the glee of simple, imaginative play, adult toys of the caliber I'm talking about will yield the glee of orgasmic play.
So why is it that so many people are hesitant to feel at home in sex shops? I'm not even talking about the sleezy ones that resemble caves or carry toys with porn-star packaging. I'm talking about friendly, neighborhood sex shops! I've visited Babeland with some friends who have skittered along with me from display to display, eyes averted, ever eager for me to finish my giddy perusing so we can, well, get the fuck outta there. To their credit, it must be hard to dissociate even the most polished and professional of sex shops from the ever-pervasive image of the taboo sex shop, frequented by pervs looking for jelly dongs and glory holes. But, to all of you sex shop scaredy-cats out there (no insult intended: society has made us this way!), no worries! Here's a short guide that will have you relaxed and browsing in no time. Once you learn to do this, you may even find (and purchase) a new best friend! (or two...or three...or...)
1) Take a day off and relax. It's much easier to get into the mood of sex-toy shopping when you don't have ten other errands waiting to be finished. When you're wandering into a sex toy shop without knowing exactly the item you want, the last thing you want to do is be rushed in and out without have enough time to make a careful decision. If you really want to make it a special occasion--and a relaxed one-- you can even indulge in some basic, relaxing spa treatments at home beforehand. Then, let the pampering continue when you return home with your new toy!
2) Pre-shop. Maybe I'm the only one that does this, but oftentimes, even when I'm just shopping for clothes, I like to peruse the websites of some of my favorite stores beforehand, just to check out some standout items that I want to make sure to try on in stores. This makes the whole shopping experience less overwhelming, especially if I'm about to walk into a department store with well over a million items in stock (or something in that ballpark, right?). Well, the same goes for sex toy shopping! In fact, this advice is even more relevant when buying sex toys because the variety of sex toys available is jaw-dropping. Walking into the store armed with information about toys that you're potentially interested in may be less intimidating--for some-- than asking the sex toy educator about every button or every curve on every toy. You can even look up sex toy reviews if something on your pre-shopping adventure catches your eye! Some good sites: Jane's Guide, VibeReview, as well as many of the sex shop websites themselves, which often include reviews from actual customers.
3) Don't be paranoid. One of the biggest phobias upon entering a sex shop is that someone you know will see you inside, or worse, knock elbows with you while you're both reaching to check out the same toy! But most of this fear stems from the increased self-consciousness that arises simply from being in a sex shop. Think about it: when you're walking past shop windows, you're usually looking straight ahead, on a mission; if not, you may be looking at the displays. How often do you actually search for faces of people you know? Furthermore, even if someone saw you in the act of shopping for delicious naughtiness, if they're awesome, you'll instantly rise a few notches in their book. If they're not, well, everyone buys sex toys: you're just awesome enough to be doing it in Babeland or another such shop (and since you're all relaxed, you'll look damn good doing it too!). If you're still paranoid, drink a tiny bit of your favorite wine before busing or walking to the store or smoke a bit. This point can also be filed under "relax".
4) The people inside won't bite. If you've been smart enough already to visit a well-stocked and customer-conscious sex shop (look for brands like Fun Factory, Lelo, or Tantus as indicators, all of which use non-toxic, good quality materials to create their "lust objects" as Lelo calls them), then one thing you definitely don't have to worry about is the employees who work there. They will be well-trained to know what works well and will be up to the standards of the kind of toy you're looking for. They will also be knowledgeable about sex in general and they definitely shouldn't laugh at any of your requests (ie: "I want to buy a strap-on for this dildo and a palm harness so I can peg my boyfriend and palm-fuck this girl in a threesome"). As for your fellow sex toy shoppers, they won't judge since they're already in the throes of excitement as they pick out their next toy.
5) Have fun! You haven't come this far to be uptight. Feel free to test out all the toys (on your hands, of course) and ask questions without feeling the least bit uncomfortable. After all, these are adult toys: did you ever feel self-conscious about testing out every single toy in Toys R' Us when you were a kid? Didn't think so. If you were anything like me, your parents had to drag you out. Now, have fun! (But hopefully your parents won't have to haul your ass out of Babeland ;) )
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
So I'll blog as often as the mood hits me and try to keep the anonymity a priority. Hard, right?
Anywho, one of the big questions that I wanted to propose to anyone reading this and the reason for this comeback post: isn't it weird that we talk about how many times we have sex in a certain session with our lovers and playmates? I know that even I measure "amount of sex" like this, just as a sort of reflex...and guess who the benchmark is? The guy! No matter how many times I have phenomenal multiple orgasms (I'm blessed, what can I say?), I count the "number" of times I've had sex during that certain romp by how many times my guy comes in me or on me. How weird of a standard is that? Does anybody else do this? Or do you count "one time" of sex to be after both partners have reached their climax (at least) once? Hell, do you count at all? I'd like to know!
And as a little catch-up segueway from the last post I did way back in April, current nipple status (haha what if that became a regular feature of this blog? I could even take pictures! Is anyone reading this? I want feedback and a sign of life!) = baby-butt smooth areolas but chapped nipples from being nipped, sucked, and pinched vigorously during sex! Sexy.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
It all started when I was reading my book today: The Known World by Edward P. Jones. Now I know this post is supposed to be about nipples but I must take a moment to how much I've liked this novel so far. If you've ever read and/or closely analyzed Toni Morrison's Beloved in a class (or any of her other books, for that matter), you may have found yourself, like hundreds of thousands (and perhaps millions) of other readers, in awe of her mastery of words and her prowess for constructing beautiful prose and symbolism. This book is also about one family's slave story and is often compared to her work so definitely check it out not if, but when, you have time. Toni Morrison will always be first in my mind so Jones's book, in my opinion, is not comparable to her work. But he does an amazing job of portraying a complex portrait of the social network in an extended family of slaves and their tightly knit community. And there's a big twist too: the master family in this novel is black so in addition to the issue of slaves, there's also the issue of enslaving "your own people".
Anyways, back to the chapped nipples. I was holding my book in one hand as I read along and, as often happens, my free hand wandered into my shirt and into my bra. I began stroking my nipples (its not like I ever get off on this...unless I'm reading erotica or someone else is pinching, licking and sucking my nipples), which are usually softer than a baby's bottom. Circling the smooth, normal skin of the breast until I usually zero in on an areola so silky that it doesn't even feel like skin at all--at least, not the way skin usually feels (unless you're usually touching your nipples...in which case...I don't know what to say except that I'm jealous).
I looked down to discover, to my dismay, that my nipples were chapped! I want mah sexy boobs back! Instead, the skin is flaky and dry. "Naturally", the first thing I thought to do was to google my condition; little known fact: almost all google search results for "chapped nipples" are for pregnant woman. I'm definitely not pregnant but looked at a few forums and heeded women's advice about cutting open capsules of vitamin E and rubbing the oil on my nipples. I sliced one open with a knife (I didn't even know there was vitamin E in my house but thank god, right?) and applied some to both: the oil smells like SHIT by the way. Betcha didn't know that either, huh? I sure hope it works...
And because this post is pretty much irrelevant to everything else, here's something to make it all up: The beautiful, non-chapped boobs of Justine Joli. See the rest of the super hot gallery here
It's time for Sugasm #125! My Joy of Butt Plugs post got in; I wonder if sugasm readers will be surprised to see, after being led here by the link, that most of the posts are on cupcakes =)
Erotic Writing and Experiences
Everything we said the last time we had sex.
A game of seduction
A glorious Tuesday evening…
I can suck a few more cocks
A Long Awaited Meeting
Lust and Laundry
Soaked- BBG's first ejaculation
(You're only) the best I ever had
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Bondage Strap-On Movie: Double Trouble
Anna Rose Is A Beautiful Pony Girl At Naked Gord
The Deviant List
Having Your Cake & Eating It Too
My night at Torture Garden plus review
Yay, um… Fox?
BDSM & Fetish
Cheet'n the Limits
Extremes on a Friday afternoon
Half-Nekkid Chick with a Dick
How to Become a Slut In Three Easy Days
Riding the edge play…
Ode to Anal: Daniel and Franklin
The Science of Submission
Tie me up tie me down-A bi-girl shares her first SM experience
"You hold on to our kisses with your breath…"
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Before trying it out, I always thought anal sex was kind of taboo: like if anyone tried it, they would be considered a little sexually deviant. After some intense butt sex (are there any non-awkward, non-clinical alternatives to "anal sex"?), I began thinking of it as something that was very natural and that it was only really taboo because of cultural constraints. I mean, think about it.
For girls: if getting fucked in one hole feels transcendently orgasmic...then would it be too far of a leap to consider that getting fucked in the hole a mere inch or two away might yield the same results? This goes for guys too since the right butt plug (the Aneros has been widely hailed as the best prostate-stimulating butt plug around), dildo or penis will stimulate the prostate, the area that secretes 30% of the fluid that goes into cum (the other 70% comes from the seminal vesicles). For men, anal sex of any kind (on your own or with a partner or multiple partners) often comes with a lot more taboo than for women since females are often on the penetrating end of sex anyways. When men receive anal sex, they give up the power that we associate with the penetrator and assume the position of penetratee. "I would never try anal sex! I'm not gay." If you stubbornly stick to that way of thinking, you may be missing out on some of the most orgasmic sexual experience available to you: after all, the anus has the same nerve supply as the genitals and just like your pelvic floor muscles (aka PC or Kegel muscles, which create strong contractions during orgasm), the anus dilates when stimulated and contracts when you start orgasming.
All of that said, one of the best ways to begin exploring anal sex is with your finger and perhaps a butt plug. Anal sex is always best when you're relaxed and have a lot of time to explore. For example, in the shower, try inserting one or two fingers into your anus and see how it feels: you're probably not going to start cumming your brains out but this will help you get used to the sensation of having something go into your rectum instead of out. If you prefer to play with yourself in bed or anywhere that is not the shower, be sure to use lots of lube since the anus does not self-lubricate. There are two muscular rings (called sphincters) around your anus and they may start to contract and relax in response to insertion. You can experiment with moving your fingers in and out, perhaps curving them towards the prostate or G-spot. The thing is, though, unless you're pretty flexible, you may either be unable to reach these pleasurable centers or you'll be able to reach them but not comfortably. This is where toys come in.
Butt plugs are a great way of introducing anal toys into your realm of sexual experience, your sexual portfolio...whatever you want to call it. The best ones have an enlarged head so you can get that feeling of fullness and also be able to stimulate the prostate/G-spot. Be sure to get one with a flared base so that the toy doesn't travel up your rectum while you're playing around because that would turn your orgasmic me-time into an embarrassing trip to the ER. Again, use lots of lube on the plug; lube up your finger a bit and play around with your anus a bit to get it lubed up too. Slowly, whenever you're ready, relax and insert the plug, letting it slide in: for me, relaxation calls for deep breathing so I like popping it in during the inhalation. Once its in, you can:
- Experiment with moving it in and out a bit
- Masturbate and see how playing with yourself and orgasming feels different when there's something in your anus; I especially like doing this with a vibrator on my clit
- Just walk around and go about your daily life to get used to accommodating something in your anus (building up to sex). Plus, you'll feel a little naughty if you're at work or something, innocently whistling and going about your innocent day being your innocent self when really: you have a butt plug up your bum.
- Try oral sex or just plain sex while you have it in and experience bliss.
- Little Flirt: recommended for true first timers. It's super small and good for introducing something into your anus. It also comes in a bigger version called (surprise) Big Flirt, which also might be suitable for a first timer whose anus isn't as tight.
- Ace Plug: I love the feeling of fullness that I get from this one. It's small enough not to stretch me out too much but big enough to let me know its there. It's actually the slimmer, longer version of the Tristan plug, which I believe was designed by Tristan Taormino, butt-sex extraordinaire.
- Mars Plug: I haven't personally tried this one out yet but seeing as its made by njoy, the same company that I raved about in my fun wand post, I am painstakingly saving up to get one. I think this will be a great plug to wear while getting eaten out. Plus, its a work of art.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Although I come from a very Asian immigrant family, complete with the language, the food, and the beliefs, I was essentially raised by (in terms of the identity I was indoctrinated with) white society since I went through grade school in the whitest of white and the richest of rich communities. For the longest time, whenever my parents talked to me or advised me about superstition or astrology, I politely listened and bobbled my head like a patient, listening daughter as I simultaneously wrote off their advice as crazy-talk in the same way that our culture does not explicitly ostracize but subtly walls off spiritual vegan yogic hippies as crazy people. Recently, though, I've met people who strongly believe in the ways that our bodies and minds are intimately connected to our lifestyles, to the natural world around us, and even to the universe in the most literal of ways. What we eat changes us; you can think of this change as a physiological one (involving different proteins and building blocks of amino acids being added to your body) or as a holistic one (involving different life energies being incorporated into your own). Either way, there's a change.
I've been skimming some astrology articles, intrigued by this new perspective of the world, which is increasingly gaining credibility in my mind. If we can be affected by our immediate surroundings, who's to say that we can't be affected by the energies of the planets and the stars? After all, we are but infinitesimal dots in comparison to the mammoth planets and stars orbiting in the sky above us. Anyways, all of this is to preface some thoughts about the way in which I love and trust people or, rather, am skeptical about giving my love to and trusting people. At CafeAstrology.com, you can get a natal birth chart report by plugging in your name, where you were born, and your birthday. Basic stuff. Excerpts of mine:
"She is honest, reserved, circumspect, honorable and strong-willed. Quietly ambitious within the realms of the possible, she likes and takes on responsibility. She can work in the social domain.
Weaknesses: a sometimes bitter and mistrustful mind.
Capricorns can sometimes be rather lonely people, although they rarely let it show. They are often a little reserved—even standoffish. This is generally because they value all things practical, and they'll seldom wear their emotions on their sleeves, unless they have a particularly flamboyant Moon sign. This is a sign that is surely the most resourceful of the zodiac. To some, Capricorns come across as unimaginative, but they can be enormously creative when it comes to the material world. They are generally very capable people with a strong sense of tradition and responsibility."
Reading things like this make me take a step back and help me re-realize my personality so that I can better deal with things. For example, if I'm being very standoffish towards someone I love, remembering that I am naturally mistrustful of people--even people who I've known for a long long time--helps me bring myself back down to earth. "What am I annoyed about? Is that rational? Am I just being overly mistrustful?"
Try it out: you might find out some surprising things!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Erotic Writing and Experiences
Catalina loves Fantasies (about Friends)
Erin with a capital oooaaaaahhh
I saw and I came!
I will take Pancakes with a side of Camel Toe!
No Special Occasion
A Promise Kept
Quickie in men's room
The Reunion (Part I)
Wake me up with your tongue a Friday night bedtime story
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
The Bedpost Interview: Lux Alptraum
Cop Seduced By Hot Tranny & Forced To Suck Cock
Njoy fun wand
Ode to my hitachi magic wand
Screaming Orgasm from Mr Vacuum
Review: Working Sex, Sex Workers Write About a Changing Industry
Stoya Bot HotMovies Interview
Texas Make Up For Lost Time With FREE Sex Toys!
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Commercialising Romance or "I bought you this card now where's my blowjob?"
Feminist Carnival #53
Of Lust, Loss, Film Stars & Humor (Or, Get Me On Vince's Bus)
Polyamory is SCARY!
BDSM & Fetish
Dark Hearts…A BDSM Fantasy
The Empty Gas Tank - my first spanking video!
Gabriel, and self realization
Losing my virginity…with canes WF #4
She likes to feel pretty.
NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Black lips suck cock the best
Fetish Model January Seraph Is Tied To A Table Top
The Heart knows it's presence, Unbound
Kristyna - Funny Shave
Met Art: Lisa, Sharon & Jenya; Monika; Valleria; Vika
My reading on YouTube
Nude by Didier Carre
The Red HNT
Satine Phoenix Is A Feminine Feline Fantasy In This Corset And Collar
Monday, February 11, 2008
Of course, the reporting was done by token Robin Roberts, the token black woman on the show who tends to do the interviews and reporting whenever black people are involved. The segment focused on the tactic of humiliating punishment and whether it was effective or whether it would just breed resentment in the child: in this case, Roland, the little boy testified to having learned his lesson from the punishment, that he's "got to do good in school and do right". Good Morning America chose to focus on the parenting tactics of a black mom, at times portraying her treatment of her child as near-abusive (they tried to straddle the fence in weighing whether or not the punishment was effective but they sure did talk a whole lot about whether or not this experience would scar Roland).
Why did this trivial story make it to the national news? This image of black people not knowing how to do anything, including parent their own children, sickens me to my stomach and you know what? It's not just a coincidence either. Paired with this anecdote, GMA also included reminders and pictures of previous featured stories about similar sign-holding-in-public punishments that other parents has doled out to their children. Why did the slideshow consist only of black parents punishing their children in "questionable" ways? Why is it that white people and white media somehow get to be the arbiters of black people's lives?
I visited GMA's website to get a picture for this post and there was a column of related articles, including a link that beckoned me to "click here!" if I had an out of control child. Really? Okay. Personally, I think the problem is out of control ABC/NBC/CNN news networks. Anyhoo, I clicked on the link and lo and behold, a book about Parenting Defiant Children. On the cover? A smiling, formerly out-of-control black kid (complete with afro) now under complete control because a white man taught him how to behave. We should in no way perceive this as an isolated incident. Look closer: be on your toes when exposed to media and ask yourself what their portrayals, not only of people of color, but also of white people are saying about whiteness and non-whites. Otherwise, not just little black boys, but all of us, will be parented by the patriarchal, old, white men of the media, of the health care system, and of the government.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I love researching everything before actually buying or going: cafes, restaurants, shops, parks, you name it. It's almost an obsession, really: an obsession with knowing what to expect before actually showing up. For Babeland, I had researched Kegel exercisers and actually walked into the store with the full intention of buying the Kegelcisor, which sounds oddly as if my cunt would be morphing into Arnold Schwarzenneger. Sure, it had substantial weight and it was nicely made and everything but it's called a vaginal barbell...not exactly my idea of something worth spending 8000 pennies on. Especially not after the nice lady at Babeland turned my attention to the fun wand: one look and I was enamored: so shiny! so curvy! so orgasm-y! The rest is history and you don't exactly have to guess which one I bought.
Ever since having it, I think I've only masturbated once without it. Read: the njoy fun wand has completely changed the way I masturbate for the better. I haven't really gotten to the point where anal play by myself feels orgasmic so I've only explored the uses of the long end with the swollen tip but nevertheless, I'd definitely say I'm getting my money's worth. The chill of the metal is unforgiving and startling in the best of ways: if you're trying to deny that you're fucking yourself with a toy (for whatever reason), your efforts will be futile. But once you get going with it (I like how the beads on the other end make it fantastically easy to grip so that I can use the other hand to play with my clit or use my bullet vibe), the results are AMAZING: it warms up to body temperature in under a minute and when you take it out after that, you can feel the hot metal, warmed from the depths of your very own vagina. There's something undeniably sexy about this dildo, even when its not fucking me. Taking it out after use, seeing my own juicy wetness coating the entire length is obscene... but it also arouses me all over again.
And for this, the njoy fun wand gets five stars and a significant portion of the love in my heart.
Now if only I had upwards of $200 to spend on the njoy perfect eleven...
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
I had sex with my boyfriend on Friday night and because I had my DivaCup inside of me, we opted for anal sex instead of the slightly messier alternative--we were, after all, having sex in a car. Somewhere in the middle, though, he slipped out--as you might expect, bendy anal sex in the backseat of a car is no comfortable, splay-your-bodies-out feat. While trying to get back inside, his penis accidentally nudged into the opening of my vagina and...apparently, whoop! There you go.
That's the only incident that I can possibly think of that caused it. Anyways, on Monday morning, while I was at work, I suddenly got extremely dizzy and slightly nauseous: in an instant, I went from feeling alert to feeling weak and having strobe-light eyesight. It got so bad that I had to leave work early and my coworker noted that I was extremely flushed. I seem to have this knack of feeling exactly when something infects my body: I had shingles back in December (random, right? That was another ailment that I'd heard/read about but never really bothered to read more about, figuring it was irrelevant to me and my health...medicinal karma?) and a similar thing happened where all of a sudden, I felt uneasy and restless...and itchy.
For both shingles and this UTI, I'm having to take anti-whatevers (anti-virals for shingles and anti-biotics for the UTI). I always feel like I'm doing my body harm in the long-run by taking them since it only provides an opportunity for germy-icky things to learn about the drugs I'm using to kill them and then they can fight better the next time. But goddamn, this hurts. For those of you who've had a UTI, you know what I mean. For those of you that haven't, imagine what it's like to pee when you feel like you've been "holding it" for an hour. You rush into the bathroom and frantically unzip/unbutton your pantalones and pee like there's no tomorrow...and maybe sigh with relief while you're at it. Yeah, well having a UTI is like that...except when you sit on the toilet to pee, only a tiny stream comes out and when that pitiful stream ends, there's this huge, cramping pain in your bladder. For me, it was so bad that I'd double over and mentally swear at my UTI. After a disproportionately inconvenient amount of work, I've acquired cranberry juice (the pure, unsweetened kind, which is odd since I've never had it before and its ridiculously tart) and my antibiotics.
I think I've drank over 5 liters of water today...that's got to be bordering-bad for your body. The odd thing is: even though I'm drinking a lot of fluids, I'm still not peeing as much as I normally would if I drank that much water. Where the fuck is all of this water going???
Anyways, I've divided my time to focusing my concentration on sending love to my bladder to help it fight the nasty bacteria and to studying.