It took me a while to say yes. Not in the minutes of my partner’s expressed love and commitment prefacing the “will you marry me,” but in the months prior, when marriage was more than a maybe in our conversations. I had a comfortable knowledge of what marriage looked like and an uncomfortable knowledge that it didn’t look like me, which made me question if I ever wanted to be married at all.
Ever since I strapped on my first cock, I’ve known the pain of a bruised mons after a hard fuck, and I’m not alone. You can even buy a tiny pillow attachment for your harness or a silicone insert to combat it. Although, it wasn’t until I tried the VixSkin VixenAire Mustang that I legitimately felt like my vulva was being cradled during strap-on sex instead of punched.
If you’ve seen the original Vixen Mustang (or really any dildo) you’ll notice that the Aire is a little… different. It has a very shapely base. That’s because the base holds a small pocket of air that transfers into the lower part of the shaft when pushed on. The intention is to add a pulsing sensation for the receptive partner when used during strap-on play, since the wearer’s thrusting will cause the shaft to inflate.
Sex Toy Still Lifes
I love creating beautiful images, but more-so, I love creating beautiful images of sex toys, kink gear, and safer sex tools that may change a person’s perception of them. Much of the sex toy industry is marketed in a way that’s distancing or intimidating for many people, and I often find myself in that group. Instead, I find comfort in images captured by people who use sex toys and document them just like any other part of their life.
I realize that the focus of this blog is “a queer, femme dyke’s thoughts on sex and sex toys,” and this is not about sex or sex toys. However, there’s a reason I establish my identity in that description; because my perspective is just as vital to the landscape of this blog as the subject of my writing.
This week, I had a post scheduled that very much exemplifies “thoughts on sex and sex toys,” but I feel too heavy to move along in a queue without making space here to remember the shooting that killed 49 people and injured many more at Pulse, an LGBTQ nightclub in Orlando, Florida. So many queer, trans, Latinx, and other people of color were slayed in a space intended to be safe for them. That cannot be forgotten.
April! It’s over!
I did it, the second month of favorites! Sweet, sweet consistency! It may be the second week of May, but that’s just the type of April I had. Let’s move on to the good stuff…