Sunday, February 19, 2012

Black Holes and Revelations: Tenga Flip Hole review by Brazilian Maik

Brazilian Maik is one of my awesomest friends who also happens to own a penis. I mention this simply because he has the capability to test certain toys that aren't designed for my ladyparts. We have a tradition of buying each other weird sex toys as birthday presents. I got him the Tenga Flip Hole Black last year, and he was awesome enough to write this amazing review. And yes I titled this post after a Muse song, since I know you love to have theme music:



BRAZILIAN MAIK VS. THE TENGA FLIP HOLE BLACK!!!!

I must say, I have always had a bit of squeamishness about sex toys that are "for men", in the sense of some kind of textured sleeve that you are supposed to stick your dick into in, and then be left with the task of trying to wash out later. I think the discomfort comes from two distinct places, one is that, in contrast to vibrators, dildos, prostate massagers, butt plugs, Wartenberg wheels, etc., most people already have a perfectly effective built in method of applying rhythmic pressure to a penis: their hands. Thus, unless, the experience of whatever masturbatory sleeve is far superior to what can be accomplished with a hand (and let's be honest, unless you seriously lack creativity you can accomplish quite a lot), one has to ask: why are you bothering with the expense, the awkwardness and the clean-up required by such a device? I mean, it starts to smack of some weird fetishized interest specifically in nailing a tube filled with a polymer.

Which leads me to the second source of discomfort, that most masturbatory tube-like devices are stylized to look like some creepily disembodied orifice, an upsettingly featureless vulva, for example, or the genitals of one of those aliens from Avatar. So yes, I've always had this (probably irrational) worry that having such an item would brand me as someone who wanted a cartoonish replica of a piece of a woman's body to acheive something that could be accomplished more effectively without any appliances at all.

This is why I was excited to try the Tenga Flip Hole. It looks much more like something you would find in the engine room of a spaceship than any kind of simulated anatomy, and the complicated interior of silicone bumps, curtains and orbs seems like some kind of thrilling miniature golf course. But, y'know, for your dick.
Ground Control to Major Dong.
Retail price:$74.99

Specs:6 3/4" long, 6" insertable depth, 3" diameter, 1.5 pounds

Appearance:
The Tenga Flip Hole is a largish silicone sleeve that is encased in black plastic, and hinged in the middle. This nice hinged feature means that if you for some reason need to clean it out (suppose some reproductive cells accidentally ended up inside), you can easily open it up and wash it out with warm water. To use the Flip Hole, the idea is that you close the hinged sleeve and then lock it in place with a somewhat flimsy black plastic piece with grooves that slide over the middle of the toy (more on this later).

The interior is made of silicone from a very intricate mold. It's hard to do it justice in words, and it's clear that a lot of thought went into it. Some elements look like stylized versions of things you might find inside a flesh-and-blood vagina, like a textured region that's a bit like the anterior vaginal wall, and a bulbous orb at the end that feels a little bit like a cervix. But there are many features (like a series of zig-zag-y curtains) that don't really refer to anything anatomical and just reflect the creativity of the designers.

I would translate the Japanese stuff if I was less lazy.
Special Features:
The toy employs a simple but ingenious idea to make things interesting: there are three "buttons" on the outside of the case that you can apply pressure to. This has two effects, one is to put pressure directly on your penis, and the other is to create suction if you press on one of the buttons that's further into the toy than your dick currently is.

The Tenga Flip Hole comes with three samples of lube: "wild", "real" and "mild". Lube is really important with this toy, but to be honest I didn't like any of these very much. They began to get tacky pretty quickly once I was going at it.

Orgasmic Factor:
I am strongly divided here. First of all, the interior of the toy is really well-designed, and can generate a lot of really unusual sensations. Also, the ability to apply pressure and suction with the buttons on the outside can be extremely effective once you get the hang of it, especially if you press on the buttons rhythmically. It's certainly possibly to create very intense oral sex-like sensations this way. It feels really good, but it does require a lot of sustained stimulation to get off this way, so a lot of lube is a must. Really a thicker lube than the ones they include is required. I had a couple of experiences with this toy under inadequately lubed conditions and ended up with a bit of chafing.

My biggest complaint is the cheapness and finickiness of the plastic piece that holds the Flip Hole together in the closed position. Given the amount of thought and design that went into the rest of the toy, it's unfortunate that this is so difficult to line up correctly, especially if your hands are slippery. More than once, I had the experience of thinking the toy was really locked in the closed position, only to pop open when the thrusting got vigorous. Once, I managed to pinch my junk in the hinge after it popped open. Ow!

Overall Grade: 6/10
I'd give this a very high rating just based on the intensity of pleasurable sensations it can produce, but the unreliability of the locking mechanism, at least for the unit I had, made me want to stop using it. Even one minor genital injury is one too many! I think if they envisioned making this toy more like a "permanent" product rather than a disposable piece of plastic, it could be fantastic.

Big thanks to Brazilian Maik for the awesome review!

This post was sponsored by EdenFantasys (all opinions expressed are the author's), awesome retailer of vibrators, dildos, and other fine sex toys!

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Friday, February 17, 2012

The Crystals and the Golden Age of Abuse Pop

1960s Girl Group music was basically dominated by songs about falling for emotionally unavailable, criminal, and possibly abusive men, and people dying.(I blame creepy Phil Spector's involvement, at least partially.) Which is of course, part of why I enjoy this music, even though it makes me feel creeped out sometimes.

After the whole OH HEY SO WHAT IF CHRIS BROWN ABUSES WOMEN, HE GETS A GRAMMY! kerfuffle, I couldn't help but this of this super fucking creepy song by The Crystals:



It's beautiful song with a horrible message:

"He hit me (da-da-da-ah) and it felt like a kiss (felt like a kiss)
He hit me (da-da-da-ah) and I knew he loved me
If he didn't care for me,
I could have never made him mad
But he hit me (da-da-da-ah) and I was glad"

Let's get one thing straight: abusers gonna abuse. This is not a sign of love. AAAAAHHHHH. Rihanna, please do not cover this song.

So I assumed this song was just a one-off a weird product of a gloriously misogynist era in history(there are a lot of songs about loving bad boys, but they're usually about misunderstood bad boys with hearts of gold who die), but apparently the Crystals ALSO recorded this lesser-known but equally charming song, entitled "PLEASE HURT ME." I do not think this is a song about consensual BD/SM:



She knows the guy is an asshole, but she flat-out encourages him to treat her like crap:

"If you gotta hurt somebody, please hurt me
& if you gotta break a heart, then please break mine
I won't cry if you deceive me
I'll take it with a smile
I know someday you will leave me
But at least I'll have you for a while
So darlin', if you gotta hurt somebody, please hurt me
& if I have to be a plaything, that's what I'll be
Please hurt me, oh please hurt me
Come on & please hurt me
Why don't you please hurt me"

Ok, so here's where things get weird. Both of these songs were co-written by Gerry Goffin and MUTHAFUCKING CAROLE KING. You know, the same Carole King that did a bunch of funky hippy folk jams like "I feel the earth move":



WTFFFFF

OK, apparently Little Eva (best known for "The Loco-Motion," also written by Goffin/King) recorded "Please Hurt Me" before the Crystals did. She apparently worked as a babysitter for Carole King before becoming a pop star, and both of these songs were based on Little Eva's abusive boyfriend, and LE's rationalizations about how HE HURTS ME BECAUSE HE LOVES ME.

Unsurprisingly, legendary abuser Phil Spector produced "He hit me," which is probably why this song is so chillingly beautiful but makes you want to scream "OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING WRONG MAKE IT STOP!!! AAAAHHHHH."

Yeah.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

General Update

It's been about a week since I updated to sulk about my taxes, so I figured I should post fun stuff for a change.


PEEP MY NAILS. It's dark purple OPI Crackle over an Essie shade called "Play Date" which I find hilarious for reasons Essie probably did not intend. I think crackle is kind of tacky looking, but I also kind of like it. My friend Femmily met me to get our nails done together, and we split a bottle of Vinho Verde and I gave her some of the vodka red velvet cupcakes I baked for Stricknine's birthday, and it was just ridiculously fun. Wine, manicures, cupcakes and lady friends are some of my favorite things!

UPCOMING BLOG POSTS:

*I will be reviewing G-Side's "The ONE...COHESIVE" album soon because I just can't get enough of this Alabama cloud rap, and I'm totally behind on my hip hop coverage (which is like, what EVERYONE reads this blog for). I was forced to make a Y U NO meme based on their song Y U MAD because I'm a huge dork.

(This is the original song. I love the chillaxing piano intro).

*Brazilian Maik is going to review the Tenga Fliphole next week, unless he flakes, which I hope he won't. Getting people to write guests posts is work, y'all.

*I got my review copy of Tristan Taormino's "Expert Guide to Pegging" from Vivid (which came out on Valentine's Day) which I watched with Stricknine and her gay boy roommate while eating thai takeout and drinking Sangria and I can't wait to review it for y'all because it's AMAZING. (Time, as always, is the issue.)

In other awesome news, I will no longer be writing for Eden Cafe, but contributing content to SexIs magazine alongside luminaries like Nina Hartley and Midori! So woohoo! Also, here's my most recent article on XOJane if you missed it. It's about being my love for Capoeira, despite being SUPER BAD at it! Enjoy!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Middle class, going nowhere fast.


I love Kanye West, and I'm not going to bother justifying it right this moment, other than to say sometimes he just NAILS SHIT. The College Dropout has a couple tracks that capture the shittiness of working in America just too damn well. I posted "Spaceship" from the same album a while back (the song about working at the Gap), but the track above ("We Don't Care") is bittersweet and amazing...Told to make an inspirational song "for the kids" by Bernie Mac portraying a holier than thou Judge Mathis type, Kanye has a chorus of kids sweetly singing "drug dealing just to get by, stack your money until it gets sky high/you said we wouldn't make it past 25, jokes on you, we're still alive." The song is a searing fuck you to the American Dream, the bullshit "by the bootstraps" idea that if you just worked harder...you'd make it. The reality is the folks who work the hardest are usually the poorest.

So, here's my chorus of "We Don't Care":
The second verse is for my dogs working 9 to 5
That still hustle cause a nigga can't shine off $6.55
And everybody selling make-up, Jacobs
And bootleg tapes just to get they cake up
We put shit on layaway then come back
We claim other people kids on our income tax
We take that money cop work than push packs to get paid
And we don't care what people say

I don't talk much about my "day job" on here because that's my private life on a certain level. I compartmentalize it. But for the curious, I've had an underpaid professional job for three years now. And I'm always broke. So I take a million side hustles, paid writing work and other stuff that I'm not going to discuss here, so I can take some deductions and try to afford to pay my quarterly tax payments AND my student loan payments AND my credit card bills (because yes, even though I work full time in an office, I'm still taxed as if I'm self employed). I make enough to live alone, buy Trader Joes wine, and the occasional bubble bar from Lush. I'm "middle class." Sort of. I don't think I could, at the prime of my baby making years, afford to have a kid as a single mother without seeking government assistance that I probably make too much money to qualify for. I certainly can't afford a car, a wedding or property. Though god knows my taxes would probably be more manageable if I had a husband and kids and all those trappings of heteronormative acceptability.

I am single and "middle class." And it's a motherfucking scam. My life is ruled by debt. Fuck you Suze Orman, I don't have an IRA or savings and I don't know if and when I'll ever be able to plan for my future in this way. In some ways I had it easier when I was poor. I took this job after being poor for several years, which meant I could never get ahead because I had all this debt leftover from the poor years, plus massive tax payments on top of it. The freelancing checks get thrown at the quarterly tax payments, only now I owe more money for it.

Seriously, is it any wonder that people deal drugs, cheat on their taxes, and don't report their income from their server and sex work jobs? Playing by the rules is guaranteed poverty. It's not like the rich (with maybe the exception of Warren Buffet) get that way by being ethical.

I feel like the reward for barely scraping my way into the middle class is more poverty. This year I made five times what I made four years ago, before I took this job. But I got charged twelve times more in taxes. So wait, this is "moving up in the world?"

I am in the process of applying to grad school (so I can theoretically make more money in a different field), and found out that I am not eligible for federal student loan grants based on what I made in 2011. Even though at the end of the day, I really don't have much more financial resources at my disposal than I did when I was considered legitimately poor. Middle class just qualifies me for more debt, and the vicious cycle deepens. Treating me like I can afford annual tuition that's twice than I make in a year because I'm not living in abject poverty is bullshit. "Middle Class" is cleverly disguised poverty that winds up screwing you over worse if you were just regular poor, because at least then you could get government breaks on your taxes and would be eligible for certain types of assistance.

I know someone is going to get offended by this essay and accuse me of white privilege and blah blah and I want to say- I fucking know poverty sucks. My mom raised 2 kids as a single mom on $11k a year in a neighborhood where crack deals took place on our doorstep. And I realize that my whiteness undoubtably helped me claw my way to the lower rungs of the middle class in adulthood, but finally getting to middle class really hasn't GOTTEN ME ANYWHERE but in more debt.

I want to make it clear that I'm not a Libertarian, and don't have problems with paying taxes, it's more that I have problems with giving up a third of my income in a country that still throws tons of money at the military but doesn't have national health care. And I have a problem that there's really only two classes in this country- the ridiculously rich, and the poor, which realistically DOES include the so-called middle class.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

I feel pretty #4: Hair Dilemmas

I have blogged about my hair before here and here. So this is nothing new, but it fits in with this current series.

I have kept my hair severely short for about the past year. I set the Wahl clippers to about 5/8th" and go to town. It's cheap and easy. But lately I've been thinking about growing out my hair again. Not to long, but to a longer short.

I've had longer short hair in the past, but I was generally paying my stylist a lot of money to maintain it:

Believe it or not, keeping short hair looking good is a lot of work, more work than long hair. And I don't have a huge budget for hair stuff. So I'm kind of just letting it grow right now, and eventually I'll get sick of it and shave it off, or break down and start getting haircuts again.

I'm also on the fence about bleaching vs. natural again. And about hairy pubes/pits vs. shaved. (I shaved them after growing them out for a while and it felt really weird but growing them back takes forever. And I always alienate the preferences of someone I'm dating either way.)

ANYWAY

Would you like to see my current hair inspirations?

1. Robyn
I like Robyn because she's weird looking, and has a very talented colorist.

Her hair is amazing. I've had similar hair in the past, though I suspect her hair is straighter and thicker than mine.

2. Michelle Williams
Michelle Williams looks SO AWESOME short and platinum.

3. Noomi Rapace
Another weird looking yet hot Swedish lady.Yeah, I get that her bitchen hair was probably only for the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo Franchise, but god it's hot. It's hard to find decent pics of her hair online, but this is a good indication:
I am less into the weird minibangs/mullet thing they gave Rooney Mara for her take on Lisbeth:

It just looks high maintenance. And stupid.

So yeah, should I go for a longer style? Or embrace my habianism and stick with my butch ass hair au naturel?

Thursday, February 2, 2012

I feel pretty #3: Glamour as coping mechanism

I am having one of those days when I am super irritable and seriously don't want anyone to come within a ten feet radius of me unless it's to give me a hug or a massage. No, it's not PMS, I don't get that anymore. Realistically it's being overextended with work, socializing, grad school apps, etc. I don't have the mental resources to write a deep essay about fat shaming or gender identity or "what counts as rape" or the politics of dealing with abuse in BD/SM scene right now, even though these are all things on my radar right now. I am weary, and I havent gone to the gym or had a home cooked meal or gotten enough sleep in a while, so instead, I am going to blog about the little things that keep me sort of sane-ish.


Nice lingerie. Lane Bryant's Valentines Day line has got some nice pieces, y'all. I am $200 poorer, but richer 5 bras and 12 new pairs of sexy panties.(There is nothing wrong with having 10 bras and 30+ pairs of underwear- you can do laundry less often and they last longer!) I wear sexy lingerie on a daily basis, I'm French like that. I'm wearing frilly purple mesh ones today:

Coconut oil. I've come to the conclusion that this is my 100% favorite way to moisturize. I am annoyed by the process of moisturizing my whole body, btws. It seems so fricken cumbersome to have to do my face, whole body and feet everyday, but it's worth it. Anyway, Coconut oil is cheap and makes your skin feel incredible, you can get it at Trader Joe's for like $6 now, and a bottle will last you awhile. Digging it out with a spoon is annoying, so I am thinking I want to develop a system where I liquify the jar (with heat) pour it into a rectangular pan, refrigerate and then cut it into single-portion pieces that can be used post-shower, or thrown into bath water. Better yet, I might use my silicone heart-shaped ice cube tray from IKEA. You can also mix it with sea salt for a body scrub. Also, it allegedly clears up keratosis pilaris (bumpy skin) according to my editor at XO Jane.

Yup, that's a fakegagement ring. 
Getting a manicure. My new favorite salon is BYOB, plays old Sex and the City episodes on a nonstop   loop, and is walkable from my office. My favorite nail tech is an awesome Ukrainian lady named Nellie who kindly painted my hands and toes and rich royal blue while I ate gold leaf adorned mini Valhrona cupcakes from More and drank Vinho Rose, which is my new favorite $5 wine from Trader Joes. Fancy nails make me happy all week. 



Getting my regular sex toy delivery from EdenFantasys. I got my friend Stricknine the Tentacle as a birthday present, and Pipedream's Icicles #18 for myself. I love the #17 so much that I bought it for two of my friends, and the #18 looks pretty fantastic, too! I know sex toys are not technically beauty products but they count as self-pampering as far as I'm concerned. 

The new Lush Gorilla Perfume exclusive line. I bought the $25 mini sampler at the shop, which features 8 of their new only-online fragrances. It's always a bit hit or miss with them, but I love about half of the new scents. BScent is probably my favorite so far, and it smells like grapefruit, rose and fennel, very fresh and natural. My other favorites include Dear John, which is supposedly coffee, pine and lime, but really smells a lot like Gammel Dansk or Underberg Bitters to me, which is less gross than it sounds. Cocktail is hard to describe- it's like, root beer, gin and tonic, and heady florals mixed up. I generally don't trust Lush's descriptions of their scents (seriously, they never make sense), but their assessment of Superworld Unknown is pretty accurate: "Scents of a carnival in a single perfume. Cotton candy, toffee apples and the seaside." I hate the smell of cotton candy and toffee apples, yet I love this perfume. It smells like teenage misadventure, and this Dead Can Dance song:


I've been keeping my little perfume samples in a box on my desk at work and I sniff them when I need a pick me up. They aren't super long lasting scentwise, but they certainly are a lot of fun.

In other beauty news, my friend DDD wrote a little tribute post about her erotic fixation with her electric toothbrush, so check that out too!

Tell me of your beauty pick me ups, lovers!

Monday, January 30, 2012

Sex Toy Spotlight: Le-Highs and Le-Los

Welcome to Sex Toy Spotlight, a new feature (I'm all about mixing it up), where I examine a range of products from the same product line.

Not to be confused with Leeloo.
You sex toy nerds out there may be familiar with Lelo, a Swedish company that specializes in Luxury sex toys. Over the past 20 years or so, the sex toy industry has really changed from a niche market associated with shame, poor-quality rubber, and perviness, to a more mainstream acceptable thing. This is great because it means better toys at better prices (glass and silicone in particular have become a lot more affordable.) And I imagine that woman-oriented, luxury-branded companies like Lelo and Jimmyjane are largely to thank for these shifts. Remember when Kate Moss bought that $400 gold Jimmyjane vibrator? Lelo also makes a line of gold-plated toys, including this $1200 buttplug that comes with matching cuff links.

As a Taurus who loves to pamper myself, I am kind of fascinated with Lelo as the industry standard for luxury toys. However, I have also been somewhat let down by many of their products. I also think that they intentionally overcharge for certain items. For example: Olga, the stainless steel version of the Ella dildo, clocks in at a whopping $351, over three times the price of the equally luxe and considerably larger Njoy Pure Wand. Nevertheless, I am impressed by the beautiful packaging (it looks like a jewelry box), quality and features of these toys, and keep coming back for more (even when maybe I shouldn't!) Here's a brief overview of the Lelos I've tried, and my thoughts on each.

Bo Pleasure Object

I am a fan of vibrating cock rings, so I was very excited by the prospect of a non-disposable, rechargeable version. There's a second, slightly more powerful version with multiple vibration patterns called the Tor, but I opted for the Bo in the interest of price. I am sad to say that as a cock ring, Bo is Bo-ring. The vibration strength is not any better than your average $15 disposable cock ring, and the hard plastic, trapezoid-shaped vibrator can be uncomfortable against one's lady bits. It works ok, but is not worth the extra cost. Read my full review here.
Price: $72
Worth it: No. Save your money, and buy the the disposable kind.

Ella
At $44, Ella is very affordable as far as Lelo goes. She's not a vibrator, but rather a silicone, shankbone-shaped G-spot dildo that my friend described as looking like a piece of Danish Modern furniture. She's also TINY. Having discovered the pure wand, there was no way this demure dildo could satisfy me. I know a lot of folks adore Ella, so you might enjoy her if you prefer smaller dildos. Read my full review here.
Price: $44
Worth it: It depends. It's inexpensive enough that it might be worth a shot if you want a beginner-level G spot toy.


Nea

Nea is the only Lelo vibe I've found so far that I truly cannot live without. As a fan of bullet vibes, I was thrilled to find a cordless, rechargeable bullet-type vibe that I can take with me EVERYWHERE. The tiny size (only 3" long), intense vibrations, ergonomic shape and elegant cherry blossom adornment make this vibrator perfect in my eyes. However, a lot of reviewers have complained that it's not powerful enough to get them off. Read my full review here.
Price: $89
Worth it: Hell yes, but only if you like bullet vibes.


Siri

Siri is like a larger, silicone version of Nea. Unfortunately that means the vibrations are more diffuse and the toy can feel unwieldy. I couldn't reach orgasm using the regular vibration setting, though 4 of the 5 other  patterns were able to get me over the edge. Pretty toy, but I decided to give her to a friend who likes very mild stimulation, because she wasn't doing much for me. Read my full review here.
Price: $99
Worth it: Only if you can get off from diffuse vibrations. I found the Nea to be a better toy for less money.

Insignia Soraya

I can't speak to the Soraya as an owner, because I only used it once, but I'll weigh in regardless. The Soraya is rabbit-style vibrator from the fancier "Insignia" line, with two motors. I found it worked well as a rabbit, and was able to have an orgasm with it, though it took a while. I liked it, but consider the price tag on this piece to be insane.
Price: $195
Worth it: It's a nice toy but there's nothing that justify the high cost to me.



Lelo Personal Moisturizer
This lube is glycerin, propylene glycol, and paraben free, good news for people with sensitivities. It does contain many mysterious "botanical"  ingredients like guarana and ginseng, which I would prefer to be in an energy drink rather than my vagina. I am glad I got this lube as a freebie, because it gets sticky very quickly and gums up, and it tastes soooo gross. Read my full review here.
Price: $25
Worth it: No. There are better lubes for a cheaper price.



Flickering Touch Massage Oil
This is probably the most luxurious massage oil you will find, as it contains 24 karat gold dust, and it comes in a bottle that looks like it should contain fancy perfume! It's made from a light, silky blend of apricot kernel, grape seed and jojoba oils. I found it works best as a body oil/lotion- it absorbs well, gives you skin a nice glow, but is not really thick enough for a long massage. I got musk and lily scent, but I could barely smell it, which I suppose is an advantage for some, but I would have liked a little more fragrance. Read my full review here.
Price: $39
Worth it: Maybe. I like it as a luxury body lotion, but it's pretty pricy.

Overall grade for Lelo: 6/10. I adore my Nea, but the rest of the products I've tried have left me with mixed feelings. I appreciate the beautiful design of these toys, the rechargeable convenience, the innovation (the Mia, which I haven't tried yet, can be charged via USB port), the gorgeous packaging, and all the other little amenities. But I don't feel like Lelo actually delivers on a level to match the hype surrounding the brand. I also suspect that they artificially inflate the prices of their toys to support their "luxury" image. I haven't purchased any of the new line of remote-controlled Insignia toys for this reason- they cost a bundle, and I've heard that they're not all that great. The Nea and the Massage Oil are probably the only items I really loved, and I probably wouldn't purchase the massage oil again because of the high price tag. I'd be curious to know if any of my readers had a great experience (or terrible) with a Lelo item that they'd like to share!

This post was sponsored by EdenFantasys (all opinions expressed are my own), awesome retailer of vibrators, dildos, and other fine sex toys!

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Friday, January 27, 2012

I feel pretty #2: Obsessed with Brushes

In part two of Roman Scandal's personal style guide, I want to talk about something important: brushes for every part of your body.
 My babies
I am going to admit that I still don't own any decent makeup brushes (I've been using the same cheap ones for years), so I am going to talk about other kinds of brushes today: tooth brushes, face brushes, and body brushes!

I'mma bite you.
First off, I need to give a shout out to my Phillips Sonicare electric toothbrush. This puppy will run you about $100, but if you consider the thousands of dollars I've poured into dental work, that's not a bad deal. Especially given my love of chocolate and coffee. (I have maybe half of my real teeth left). The first time I used one of these (at a boyfriend's house, he was classy and had a spare head for me), I proclaimed "I FEEL LIKE MY MOUTH HAS BEEN FUCKED CLEAN!" Because yeah, this is like a dental sex toy. (Don't get me started about dental fetishists, it's a thing.) It's great for idiots like me who can never figure out the proper "brush in a circular motion at a 45 degree angle for 2 minutes" thing with a manual toothbrush. The great thing is you just pop the electric toothbrush in your mouth hole, and it does its thing with perfection and grace. And you really will have better checkups if you use it in tandem with flossing and mouthwash. Speaking of, Oral B Glide Pro-Health is the only floss I use, and I do floss everyday. My crazy ex who actually was a dental fetishist turned me onto it, and it's so slippery and easy to use, and never shreds. Totally worth the extra money. I should probably look into some whitening products too, given my love of coffee, but people with suuuuper white teeth gross me out, so I'll probably stick to whitening paste for now.

Not my booty!
Next up, is my Fantasea Natural Bristle Body Brush. I got sucked into reading some hippie propaganda about dry brushing, and how it helps your skin detox, is great for exfoliation, reduces cellulite etc...You  use a natural bristle brush (Which will run you anywhere from $5-$30, depending on what you buy) all over your dry body before you shower (to wash off any dead skin). I don't know if the health benefits are real, but it feels really amazing. I was expecting it to hurt, but it actually feels really nice and tingly, and I feel good all over after doing it. Plus my skin does seems noticeably smoother. I'm going to try it for a few weeks and report back. I also want one with a handle for my back!


The Clarisonic Mia. Any coincidence that Lelo makes a vibrator with the same name? And how many housewives abuse this for "alternate" uses?
My friend who is getting married (and hence, wants awesome skin) talked me into getting an electric face brush too. Clarisonic is the best known brand, but Olay makes a version that's a third of the price. I have no idea if the Clarisonic one is truly better, but the Olay one works pretty damn well. I am super obsessive and vain about my skin, ever since a brief stint working at Lush in my late twenties. My office's bathroom has RUTHLESS lighting, and I am guilty of spending a lot of time examining my pores, since I have an OCD obsession with blackheads and excising them. My skin is actually pretty nice, but it can ALWAYS BE BETTER! You put cleanser on your face, turn this thing on, and soft bristles oscillate over your skin, gently exfoliating and digging crap out of your pores. I enjoyed using this thing for the first time last night, since like the electric toothbrush, it's kind of like a vibrator for your face. I am also looking forward to hopefully having more obsessively perfect pores, since everyone I know who has one swears by it.

Now, I need to know your skincare and dental hygiene obsessions! TELL MEEEE!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I feel pretty #1: Contacts Vs. Glasses

I don't do a lot of product reviews on here besides my sex toy reviewing, but let it be known that I'm also into clothes and beauty products, and that comes up here and there. (I recently wrote a piece for XOJane about my obsession with men's fragrances. You should also read the unrelated piece I wrote about Capoeira too). So I've decided to do a series of posts about my style and beauty regimen. And I want to hear what you do too! So let's talk vain shit today, shall we?

TOPIC #`1: Contact lenses vs. glasses!

I had perfect vision until my late 20s, when I discovered that I have an astigmatism and I'm slightly nearsighted in both eyes. (I still get away with not wearing glasses most of the time, but it's impossible for me to read far away signs or menus that are posted on walls). I am still on the fence about contacts vs. glasses. I just ordered new glasses from Zenni Optical (I love Zenni, even though the last two pairs I got from them broke).
I like that wearing glasses makes me look like a smart blonde, but they also make me look even more like an andro lesbian that I already do.(Oh, stereotypes!)

I'm a "gay man trapped in a woman's body," not a lesbian. SHEESH!
Also, I feel like glasses actually make my vision worse when I wear them a lot. And it creeps me out to see all the pores on someone's face. They feel like a weird kind of barricade when I'm talking to someone, so I tend to take them off in short range vision situations, but then I stick them on top of my head, and they get oily, or I have to find the case, which is a pain in the butt.

OTOH, there's contacts. Brazilian Maik accuses me of talking about my taxes and contact lenses too much, but whatever. I wear Focus Monthly Soft Colors, and vacillate between the three shades: Royal blue (which makes my blue eyes darker, Dune blue), Aqua (which makes my eyes vivid turquoise) and Evergreen, (which makes my eyes startlingly green). I like my natural eye color fine, but it's fun to mix things up, and these lenses have just a sheer layer of tint that tweaks your natural color if you have light eyes. Fun fact: the Optometrist that did my lens exam was named Dr. Glasscock, and was suuuuuper gay. He doesn't work at my Target Optical anymore, though.

The spice must flow.
Is it weird to have schizophrenic eye color? I guess I need an additional cosmetic factor to make contacts worth the price and bother for me. But I'm also super lazy about wearing them, so I develop the same complex I get when I pay for a gym membership and don't go very often. I wore my last pack maybe 10 times out of 30 days, so I am thinking I will take a break from them for a few months to save money. Another thing that annoys me about these lenses is it's really hard to tell which side is up, and sometimes both sides hurt. It took me literally an hour to learn how to put my lenses in for the first time because my eyeballs were literally like DO NOT WANT and rejecting them! It was way worse than losing my anal sex virginity. And then sometimes I rub my eye and it gets bunched up under my eyelid and I'm on a crowded train or something. So yeah, I'm not 100% sold on contacts either.

Which do you prefer, my blind friends?

Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Mythical Vagina

A crayon diagram I made for a a workshop I taught on G Spot orgasms, which are REAL, dammit.
Huffington Post ran this thing a few days ago: "G-Spot Does Not Exist, 'Without A Doubt,' Say Researchers." Actually what the research indicates is that there isn't a distinct structure that can be labeled the "G Spot" other than a cluster of clitoral nerves, prostatic glands, and the urethral sponge. In wholly phallocentric terms, the front wall of the vagina can be viewed as the undescended penile shaft, with the clitoris as the head of the penis (since, after all, both genital structures start out the same), with  the prostate located on the front wall of the vagina. Imagine if the male prostate was located on the underside of the penis. Voila, G Spot! It is most likely this combination of nerves, glands, and erectile tissue that creates sensitivity in the "G Spot" and other internal sensations. The problem is, not all women have the same concentration of nerves and glands there, so YMMV. Some women may not have any G Spot sensitivity, but that doesn't mean it's "not real." (I swear by this toy for G spot exploration, incidentally- it changed my life.)

Why is female sexual health still so grossly misunderstood? (That's a rhetorical question). I get horrified when I read surveys that indicate that the majority of women don't understand basic vaginal anatomy and have yet to have an orgasm. I want to scream at the researchers who claim that the vagina is totally numb, and the G spot doesn't exist. I am frustrated with the well-meaning sex educators who promote the idea that oral sex is the be-all and end-all of for female orgasm. (It's nice, and should be considered a standard menu item, but I usually need my vibrator and some G spot stimulation to over the edge with a partner.) In addition to the bermuda triangle that is the G Spot, here's a few more vagina myths that drive me nuts.

1. The non-existent hymen.
So, on the topic of parts of the vagina that may or may not exist...
I consider myself something of a sexpert, but my mind was blown when I read this article by Swedish researchers on Scarleteen, a sex education site for teens. Guess what? There is no such thing as the hymen, and there never has been. They have dubbed the structure at the opening of the vagina as the "vaginal corona," which is a more apt description of what it looks/feels like.

Yoinked from Scarleteen.com for educational purposes. 
These findings are interesting to me, as I never perceived any hymen-like membrane to exist on my on body (and yes, I was down there with a mirror as a teenager). Furthermore, my first sexual intercourse  was not painful, and I didn't bleed. I attribute this to the fact that I had experience with masturbation prior to partner sex. I do believe that everyone's first sexual experience should be with themselves, and that one should understand their body to some degree before attempting sex with another person. I also think that teens should have access to sex toys (the hand alone never worked for me) though maybe Laura Berman's suggestion that parents buy a vibrator for their teenage daughter is a little creepy and patronizing. However, I don't think teens should be restricted from using their allowance to pick out their own toys from sex-positive feminists sex toy retailers like EdenFantasys, Good Vibes, Pleasure Chest, Babeland, and so forth. Teenagers are sexual people regardless of what their parents would like to believe, and having a vibrator seems like a pretty healthy and safe sexual outlet to me.

Anyway, back to the hymen. Like I said, I never perceived that I had a hymen and I believed that I'd somehow demolished it by using tampons or riding a bike or any of that other crazy bullshit about how the hymen mysteriously disappears prior to penetration. And guess what? Almost every other woman I've talked to has told me the same thing- they never seemed to have a hymen either. Granted, first intercourse is still painful for many women, but I imagine it has a lot to do with one's individual body and experience level. You probably won't bleed if you're using adequate lubrication and have spent some time on foreplay. Bleeding is a sign that your doing it wrong. What really blows my mind that the concept of the hymen is still so pervasive and important, and that bleeding is considered a sign of legitimacy, glorifying painful and unpleasant sex for women. That so much value is placed upon a structure that DOESN'T EXIST, across history and different cultures. I know the importance of the mythical hymen is tied in with control of women as property, but I'm glad someone (god bless the Swedes) is calling bullshit on this fallacy.

2. Female orgasm and its discontents
I have on several occasions had people express shock when I told them my real weight. At "morbidly obese" 250 pounds, they expect me to be confined to bed, gorging myself on cheese puffs as I slowly die of diabetes. Instead, I'm working out at the gym and wearing form-fitting clothing. I'm currently bigger than I'd prefer to be, but I'm also not a sexless, immobile cautionary tale. And the reason people are shocked by my weight is because we LIE ABOUT OUR WEIGHT. Nobody knows what 250 pounds looks like, or even 150 pounds, because we all think we should be 115 pounds.
This is what "morbid obesity" looks like. I am lounging quite comfortably on my death bed, thank you.
This is not an excuse to talk about my weight, it's an analogy. My point is- women have been faking orgasms for so long that nobody really knows what a real orgasm looks like anymore. I have mixed feelings about the whole faking orgasm phenomenon. Why can't we just admit that we're tired and ready to wrap up a sexual session? There have been many times where I had sex and didn't have a clitoral orgasm (which is kind of hard for me to have), and I still REALLY ENJOYED THE SEX. Orgasms are great, but if orgasm was truly the only objective of partner sex, we'd all stick to masturbation. I want to have the option of an orgasm, but not the obligation.

I guess what bothers me is the idea that women are "supposed" to have orgasms , but they're supposed to be convenient orgasms that happen under somewhat unrealistic circumstances. We're not supposed to pull out the vibrator, or ask our partner to do something differently, or accept the fact that it might take us an hour to get there. We're supposed to have an orgasm from penis in vagina intercourse, but it's somehow supposed be a clitoral orgasm, or a G Spot orgasm that feels like a clitoral orgasm? G Spot orgasms are very real, but they are a very different animal than clitoral ones.

The bottom line is we're supposed to have this amorphous mythical orgasm that's super loud and ego-validating to one's sexual partner, but it's not entirely clear how or why this orgasm is happening.

I recently wanted to watch something dumb while taking a bubble bath, so I put on Natalie Portman's trashy casual sex romcom "No Strings Attached" (which features Greta Gerwig saying things like "TEA FOR YOUR 'GINA!"). There's a scene where Natalie and Ashton Kutcher are having a quickie, and she tells him he has 45 seconds to cum because she has to get to work. He goes for it, and SHE MAGICALLY HAS AN ORGASM TOO.

Ok, I tried to contextualize this as "maybe she's getting a contact high." A contact high is the sort of mini orgasm I get when my partner is coming. I can usually tell when my partner is about to get over the edge, and it usually sends me into a sort of mini climax as well. I wouldn't call it a full blown clitoral orgasm, though. But, the thing is, I don't think that's what's happening here. I think she's faking it, and it makes me sad. Maybe she is that magically orgasmic 1%. But I kinda doubt it.

So let me esplain to you the kind of orgasms I tend to have on any given sexual sessions to give you an idea what it's really like:

1. The Tantric orgasm. Ok, this is kind of vague, but it's the sort of orgasm you get from pure energetic connection, when doing stuff like eye gazing and synchronized breathing, playing with your sexual energy. This may seem confusing if you're not into Tantra, so don't worry about it. It's incredible, but it's not the exact same as the sort of orgasm you get from physical stimulation.

2.The power surge. This tends to happen the first time I hook up with someone. I can have these when simply making out, or during foreplay, or over and over during intercourse. Sometimes people assume I have had my be-all, end-all orgasm when this happens because I am loud and responsive, and then I get pissed off if they stop. Not to be confused with faking, because the feeling is very real, but it is not the same as a clitoral orgasm. This tends to be tied in with very intense arousal for me.

3.The purely clitoral orgasm. I don't have these very often, and when I do I am either A. extremely turned on and B. using my Hitachi. These tend to be super intense and quick, and very physically localized, followed by involuntary contractions. I imagine this is the closest feeling to male orgasm.

4.The G Spot orgasm. This comes about as a result of intense G-spot stimulation and is an equally intense but very different type of orgasm that is deeper, more diffuse, longer lasting, and more of a full body sensation. This may or may not be accompanied by squirting. I can usually induce these much more easily than clitoral orgasms.

5. The blended orgasm, aka the mixed episode, aka the circuit breaker. This usually happens when I'm on the edge clitorally, ramp up the G spot intensity, and have a g spot and clitoral orgasm at the same time. This is usually accompanied by squirting. When this happens during partner sex I am usually exhausted and need a break afterwards because my arousal completely dissipates. When I am playing solo, I can usually do it 5 times in a row because once I've had one, I can usually have a bunch more if I'm running the show for some reason. These tend to require a lot of precise stimulation.

So there ya go. FIVE KINDS OF ORGASMS (six if you count the contact high). I'm not bragging, I'm just saying that the notion of female orgasm is fucking complex and seriously misunderstood. So you ask me if I've come yet, I'll probably say yes, but that doesn't necessarily mean I'm done yet.

Relatedly, here is a short list of things you should NEVER say to me when I'm on edge: 1. Come for me! 2. How many times have you come? 3. I can't wait to hear you come! (Sometimes I have quiet orgasms, even though I have a reputation for being loud.) 4. Are you getting close? 5. Let's come together! Seriously, anything you say to put pressure on your partner to have an orgasm is just going to encourage faking. It is the HUGEST buzzkill for me. By all means, talk dirty to me. But don't make your dirty talk hinge on how you're going to make me come SOOOOOO HARD. No, you're not. Not by telling me that.

So yes, there's a reason I'm writing about vaginas and my orgasms on the internet, because I think these things are misunderstood and need to be talked about more to gain better understanding for the better of everyone. If the research coming out of the scientific community is bullshit, we need to do our own research. It doesn't have to be this scary, politics riddled thing. Sex should be fun, and our bodies are awesome.