I’m a third generation bipolar person. I’ve exhibited both manic and depressive episodes since I was a child (a controversial diagnosis). Today, I’m going to write about my experiences of sex and mania. Not all bipolar people experience manic episodes. These are my experiences, I do not wish or intend to speak for anyone but myself.
“It is stone season, and I am wry. This heat’ll shut off if I drop below 65.” I tried to tuck this line under the sliver of my eyelid for safe-keeping. It was winter on the West Virginia/Ohio border and I was trying to drive fast enough to keep the heat in my car going
I started ejaculating. My friend died. I wrote a novel. I learned to make perfume. And I’m still sitting here wondering how to write. How to write about sex and death and squirting. Writing never comes easy to me, even when something flows simply and freely. Writing is putting words out there, outside the safe confines of
“Is that only for people with loose, floppy vaginas?” she asks. Her upper lip curled into familiar snarl of disgust. It’s the Outlaw, it’s always the Outlaw. I tell her no, that it’s perfectly normal to experiment with girth and length and it won’t ruin you. And I walk away. I want to change how
Where would I be without lube? Without the handy help of lube, I wouldn’t be able to shove things inside myself and then write about it on the Internet. Lube makes things easier and slicker, but a good lube to me is one that makes things slippery without reducing all friction. Though I’ve tried many, lube
Always the Little Spoon nominated my blog as being really neat. Wasn’t that sweet? Thanks, Lil Spoon! So I’m gonna answer some questions and share some stuff about my blogging life. 1. Why did you start blogging? I started blogging because I fell head over heels in love with sex toys, other bloggers, and the
The word “burn out” never really resonates with me. I’m not talking about the feelings associated with burn out (exhaustion, loss of interest, general struggle to constantly engage), so much as the word. Rather than burning out, per se, I burn up. I spin with ideas and projects and passion until I’m engulfed with flames
I’ve been trying to ejaculate for literal years. It took me a long time to really find my G-Spot and enjoy G-Spot stimulation. I tried over and over on my own with my hand, but never worked for me. Shortly after becoming a blogger, I took the advice of Epiphora and got myself a Comet G-Wand.
Believe you me, the sex toy industry and everyone near it are girding their loins for the “second coming of 50 Shades” with the Valentine’s release of the movie. Lord help us. Whether we like or not, 50 Shades has brought people through the doors of sex shops. But what do they say once they’re inside?
Dangerous Lilly posted a call to action, and I wanted to respond in the comments, but I just kept on writing and decided to post it here. I won’t go into the details of what makes some toys toxic, for further information see my resources page or hop on over to Dangerous Lilly’s blog which