Learning to Communicate

All around, this mutual understanding helps us cultivate an environment of free expression with each other.  I cherish that connection; I've been so afraid of not being loved due to my desires for so long, that now that I have this healthy mindset, it's something I never want to let go.

Review: Fun Factory Tiger G5

I'm a big fan of Fun Factory. I've had my eye on the Tiger G5 for a while, and now I have it! I'm so excited to write a review about it. Fun Factory is a German company that manufactures and focuses on body-safe, medical grade silicone toys for everyone to use. Along with cool-looking vibrators, they... Continue Reading →

Unapologetically reclaiming my time

It’s hard being someone who forgets she is allowed to take up space. It's hard being some who forgets she is allowed to have an opinion and share it with others. Even I, a fairly open person, find it so easy to talk about anything with certain people and impossible with others. Often I find... Continue Reading →

When your guilt isn’t a compliment.

An abundance of others people guilt, weighing on me.Not on purpose, but possibly with the intention of making me “feel better.”Are you really trying to make me feel better, or good about myself? I’m unsure if these comments are genuine. or simply a way to make yourself feel like you're being an ally. I always... Continue Reading →

November Sweet November

A short wrap up of November for me. In case you were curious. “I probably annoyed the crap out of my friend, but it was incredible.”

Review: Satisfyer Pro 2: Next Generation

It's always better to do your research before you make the decision to buy anything. I fortunately and unfortunately did not. Fortunately, I knew about The Satisfyer from work and selling it to people with mostly positive feedback. Unfortunately, I didn't look up any reviews before making my own purchase. For those of you unfamiliar... Continue Reading →

My period: A Memoir.

When I first got my period there wasn't very much blood; it was brown and goopy. A disturbing and terrifying sight for an eleven year old who barely knew what was happening to her.

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