Yes, we play with dildos, but not in the way you think…
Yes, we ride sex machines, but it is not very sexual. I just want to share the wealth that is the Sybian, and everyone’s curious about whether it feels like $1,300 of awesome. For many of my sex blogger friends, I am given the distinct honor and privilege of controlling the dial while they ride. I can now die happy.
"I feel like Howard Stern right now" –@Epiphora
— JoEllen Notte (@JoEllenNotte) December 28, 2013
We all agree that there is a point, somewhere after about 60% power, where we start to feel like we need to poop. That’s also the point at which Queeraschino starts yowling, “I haaaaate it!” But Redhead Bedhead is not phased…
"Oh, THAT's 100??" —@BedheadTweeting being a boss on the Sybian
— Epiphora (@Epiphora) December 28, 2013
We start a Sybian guestbook and everyone records their experiences. Queeraschino, missing not a single beat, runs into my kitchen, flings open my freezer, and returns with a bag of peas for her crotch.
After rigorous testing our Sybian numbers are: @aeriesroom 30, @Epiphora 40, @Queeraschino 27.2 – 27.4, @bedheadtweeting 48 – 55, and I'm 52
— ArchVixen (@ArchVixen) December 28, 2013
Yes, we get naked, but that’s only because we Skype Lorax in from their atomic green bathtub, drinking an entire bottle of sparkling cider and showing off the horrifying Eiffel Tower dildo, and because I have to loan Aerie my pajama pants during their ride on the Sybian because jeans are not appropriate Sybian-riding attire.
"What are we even doing with pants on?" –@Queeraschino
— JoEllen Notte (@JoEllenNotte) December 28, 2013
Yes, we give each other “inappropriate” gifts, but we also give each other burrito earrings and special instant cameras and strange Japanese “point brushes” that will be perfect for cleaning ornery seams in sex toys.
Yes, we play games, but when we play Cards Against Humanity, we tweak the black cards to read “what’s worse than the iGino?”, “what did EdenFantasys airdrop to all the sex bloggers?” (Winner: A web of lies), and “what is arousing to the CEO of Pipedream?” (Winner: Fabricating statistics). We call my boyfriend in to fact check whether it is actually possible to get so angry you pop a boner. He claims no.
Yes, dildos are everywhere, standing proudly on the coffee table among the crackers, cookies, drinks, and dips. Everyone brings a few toys for comparison purposes, for squeezing and for mocking. ArchVixen’s Cadet in particular is a hit. Fittingly, the shitty toys end up falling into a somewhat shitty 3-layer dip. But they’re silicone, so, easily cleaned. (Eventually.)
NS Novelties Decollér, Pleasure Works Butterfly Bliss, Fun Factory Ocean
Yes, we chat about sex things — without hesitation or preface, we compare sex toy experiences and vagina facts — but when our conversation devolves from the lack of racial diversity in our city to Queeraschino’s “name your favorite Jew” giveaway to this…
Quick,name a woman!
— JoEllen Notte (@JoEllenNotte) December 28, 2013
…we make sure to tweet about it. There is lots and lots of tweeting, photo-taking, and phone-gazing, and nobody ever scolds anyone else for not “living in the moment.” Because that is how we live in the moment. In our own strange little bubble of sex blogger normal.
"It has clitoral spikes, which is what every woman wants" – @bedheadtweeting
— Aerie (@aeriesroom) December 28, 2013
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