I suppose I wore my old one out. It eventually just stopped vibrating (yes I tried changing the batteries, to no avail), so I still use it as a dildo, but damn sometimes I don't wanna hafta do all the work. (#Imisshavingadickondemand) So I figure getting a new and fancier one is a better idea than hookups with randos/friends on lots and lots of counts.
And y'all know I'm a fan of pleasure, so I try really hard not to knock how people get their rocks off, as long as it's not actually hurting anyone, but...this still disturbs me.
It's a SWORD. Who fantasizes about sticking a sword up... People, why?!
Inside the mind of a kind of quirky, pretty stubborn, way too opinionated, twenty-something, heteroflexible Black female newly employed up-and-moved-to-DC Princeton GRADUATE who's just trying to sort out her life. An uninhibited celebration of all that is me, this blog is an exercise in self-discovery and live-with-your-heart-wide-open-ness. Though I make respect a habit, I will not always be politically correct, and I believe in the power of making audiences uncomfortable to inspire change.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
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