I have met very few people in my life EVER that don’t like massages. I mean, there are so many types of massages; Swedish, Deep Tissue, Hot Stone, Skin Rolling, and then there is the kind that I do. What is that? Well, I do the best I can. I ask whoever I’m massaging what they like, hard or soft, any certain areas, etc. I love giving massages, I love getting them, I think massages are bloody brilliant.

Vibe Review has been kind enough to send me something to cater to my love of the massage; they sent me the Kama Sutra Massage Therapy Kit. This kit is lovely! It has five bottles of Kama Sutra massage oil, each one being 2 oz. Each one comes in a different scent; Serenity, Pleasure Garden, Healing Blend, Soaring Spirit and Sweet Almond.

In my time giving massages (read: every freaking night in college when living in the dorms and onwards), I have tried a variety of lotions and oils. Some are very greasy and make you gross and sticky forever…whereas others soak in and disappear right away, making it kind of pointless to even use them. The Kama Sutra oils actually meet a happy medium - they are smooth and provide for effortless massages, but then they eventually rub in (after lots o’ rubbing), leaving your skin (or your partner’s skin) feeling incredibly soft, and just slightly scented.

Scent wise, my favorite is definitely the Soaring Spirit. I find it really relaxing and refreshing - it has hints of ginger, peppermint, spearmint, fennel, orange and lemon. Now, I like most of these scents/flavors in general - I drink a lot of mint tea, I eat a lot of ginger (pickled and candied), I eat fennel or oranges, and love to suck lemon wedges. Ergo, it follows that I would love this scent, and I absolutely do. However, it isn’t for everyone; F was not such a big fan.

Pleasure Garden was an interesting scent…I found it a little too…well…incense-y. It isn’t very strong, which is a big plus for some people, but I could barely smell it. It has hints of sandalwood, jasmine, rose and lavender, which makes me think of sitting in a Moroccan restaurant, which is certainly not a bad thing, but it’s just not really my type of scent.

The Sweet Almond scent is really, really, really relaxing. It is great for a massage right before bed, and it is definitely a scent I would love to fall asleep to.

I found the Healing Blend to be a little strong, because it has so many different scents within it, but I could see how it would be really popular in general.

Serenity is a nice blend, and actually, my favorite way to use this is not really as a massage oil, but to drop into water, whether into a foot bath for soaking my feet, or into a fully drawn bath to soak and relax.

I will say that my cats weren’t the biggest fans of any of the scents…but they hated them less my Biofreeze and Tiget Balm, so it’s not a huge travesty.

I really like having the kit, because you have a choice of scents, and try them all out. However, if you’ve already figured out which scent is right for you, you can also buy large bottles of the massage oil (which I’ve already done with Soaring Spirit!).

Click here for your very own Kama Sutra Massage Therapy Kit.

-Essin’ Em

Hi! I’m a new blogger on TFG, and this is my introductory post:

I wanted to play baseball. All throughout my childhood, I would chomp big wads of gum so that it looked like I had chew in my cheeks, and stand on our back porch winding up with snowballs. When we played softball in the fifth grade, Mr. Vokoun let me pitch one time and it became clear that my fantasy of baseball had no relationship to the reality of my aim. I quit, accepting my body couldn’t do the thing I desired of it, a mistake I’ve been guilty of many many times.

For a long time, I didn’t think my body could be femme. Having been, and continuing to be fat, made me feel that I couldn’t be cute or sexy, soft or delicate (which of course, is a narrow definition of femme anyway). I hid my body under baggy jeans and sweatshirts, wore ball caps like it was my job, and grew more and more silent throughout high school and into college. Before I came out as queer, I remember having multiple discussions with my friends and mentors about gender presentations, conversations in which I routinely insisted I was more butch than femme. Turns out, femme and butch aren’t opposites and don’t exist on a binary. Turns out I can be hella femme, a fact I indulged and delighted in this past August at the 2008 Femme Conference, when I got a glimpse of what femme could be, and what a femme community could entail. It’s exciting but new: a place where I’m hoping to find comfort and support, while at the same time challenging my own assumptions and moving past damaged and constructed notions of bodies and butches, fatness and femme-ininity.

I never did take up baseball but I’m more than a little committed to making sense of this queer identity. So thank you, thank you to the Femme’s Guide for giving me the space to do so. I’m looking forward to many fabulous femme times ahead.

In addition to being made by Lelo and therefore being sleek, elegant, and gorgeous simply by design, Mia is also the first sex toy of her kind, a high-end rechargeable sex toy that is powered by your computer alone! You heard me. Mia charges via USB port and dubbed by Lelo to be “a lipstick vibrator for the iPod generation.” If the sheer geek factor of that alone doesn’t already have you desiring one, let me tell you a little more about her.

Mia, much like her big sister Nea, is small and discreet and made of PC-ABS (Polycarbonate-Acrylonitrile/butadiene/styrene blend) which is a phthalate-free thermoplastic and completely safe to use.

She looks like a slightly oversized tube of lipstick or a round slightly long thumb-drive, so having her out in public or someone else coming upon her in your handbag wouldn’t be a problem. She is just barely over four inches long and not meant for insertion, though a couple inches of her could be if desired.

The vibrations course through the entirety of her, so both ends can be used for stimulation. One end tapers into a rounded point for small accurate pressure; the other side, the lid, is sloped flat and wide for a greater surface of vibration. Both ends are fantastic for clitoral (or perineum) stimulation.

Like all Lelo vibes, Mia has multiple speeds and pulsation modes, all accessed by the + / - controls on her. Simply press the plus and on she turns, revving up to a nice strong vibration that always gets me off quickly. Once she is turned on to her highest pressing the plus again will cycle through her other modes of vibration, three pulses of varying speeds, then the minus button to get back to continuous vibration. She can also be locked by pressing the plus and minus together until the LED light comes on and stays on, handy so her charge doesn’t run out while bouncing around in a bag.

She comes with an elegant black storage box, a satin bag to carry her around in should you so desire, a manual, a 1-year warranty (comes standard with all Lelo toys), and an extension USB cord. I’ve also found she works with a wall-charger I have for my iPod, as the iPod charger uses a USB connection from the iPod to the charger, which can easily be substituted by the Mia.

Another perk of being able to charge her via USB is that, unless you are unable to access a computer (and in this day and age that is difficult to do), you will never not be able to charge her. Rechargeable toys are wonderful, but they also mean more cords to keep track of, and with Mia all you need is a computer. Any computer.

In addition to the geek factor, her elegant, sleek, and easily accessible size has turned Mia into a favorite of mine. Like her sister Nea I have gotten into the habit of taking her with me wherever I go, just in case I might need her. One of these days I’m going to charge her up on a public (library?) computer and then go into the bathroom and use her, or something equally as scandalous.

It’s difficult for me to find the words to describe the delight I experienced upon discovering the arrival of Del LaGrace Volcano & Ulrika Dahl’s gorgeous new book Femmes of Power: Exploding Queer Femininities that came to me all the way from London!!! Firstly, there is no denying that this is a beautiful book, but like femmes ourselves it is more than a shiny exterior.

Femmes of Power is both femmetheory at it’s finest, and the grandest of parties filled with so many interesting people and spellbinding stories that you can’t pull yourself away…I carried the book everywhere with me after it arrived in order to devour it on the subway, or while waiting in line.

It is not an exaggeration to say that I fell in love with this book! Del’s photography captures the essence of every femme featured, and Ulrika’s words bring to life the true wonder and diversity of femme experience crossing lines of race, class, gender, sexual orientation, and nationality. Femmes of Power is a canonical text of femme, capturing the breadth of our community and positioning femme as the possibility of being gender transgressive, something outside of “woman,” and not always bound to “lesbian.” I have no doubt this book will be treasured by femmes for generations to come.

Femmes of Power has yet to be released in the states, if you are in Europe, it can be purchased online at: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Femmes-Power-Exploding-Queer-Feminities/dp/1846686644. I believe that a US release is forthcoming (Amazon.com says April 2009). Believe me it’s worth the wait! Femmes of Power is worthy of a place of honor on the bookshelf of every femme, those who love femmes, and all who stand in solidarity with us.

Insecurity is a horrible, nasty ole icky thing that most of us would like to believe that we left behind –along with bad haircuts- in high school. In reality, bad haircuts can follow us for decades, and insecurity follows suit. It is an insidious beast that rears up at the most inopportune moments and causes us to act in ways that we never would otherwise.

And, y’all it is really ugly.

Living out in the hinterland, as I do, isn’t exactly conducive to meeting fabulous queer femmes. So lately, I’ve made it a bit of a personal quest to meet and get to know more local(ish) femmes. It really hasn’t been a positive experience. The cattiness of many (not all) of the ladies that I have met really astounds me. It seems petty to go into any kind of detail, but let me say that it ranges from constant corrections of grammar, to comments about how femme or unfemme other femmes are, to offhand nasty comments about exes/old friends/current friends/random people/total strangers, to deliberate and obvious attempts at peer pressure.

I don’t feel personally victimized because I don’t allow other people to dictate my self-worth, but it is uncomfortable to be around people who do.

I know we all like to kvetch in harsh detail to our very dearest friends, but when we share those same grumbles with people we barely know it is inappropriate. It comes off as catty, rude, and callous. It causes people to think that we talk that way about them when they are no longer around. It creates tension where there shouldn’t be any. It is uncomfortable. And, well, it makes us look like assholes.

After encountering all of this femme-on-femme animosity, I contacted several femmes I know across the country and asked if they have had similar experiences, and nearly everyone said “yes.” I’m going out on a limb here and saying that this particular type of behavior appears to be somewhat normal for the femme community. I would venture to say, based on my observation and experience, that it is almost expected. When the femmes I met behaved in these appalling ways, no one corrected them, made a statement to disagree, or even frowned. Everyone just went with it. As if we all agreed that why, yes, it is completely okay to be an asshole.

It isn’t.

Why do we do this? We certainly don’t hate, or even really dislike one another. I think we can all agree that it is nice to have community, and that none of us are looking to pee in the community pool. We all tend to think that the other is pretty/fab/glam/amazing/awesome. We all have a gender identity in common. We are all basically sisters. So, again, why are we so cruel to one another? Are we so intimidated by one another’s fabulousness that our insecurities cause us to become unparallel jerks? If so, can we stop? Please?

This type of behavior is appalling in adults. It is ugly, and as a group it makes us seem childish, churlish, silly, petty, and overall just self-centered. And, I am the first to admit that I fight my own insecurities everyday. I am guilty, at times, of letting them rule my actions. When someone says something to me that seems catty and/or somewhat mean I want to say something back. Something nasty. I have nice, wide, long, mean streak myself, and trust me, I have some words that I would just love to throw in anyone’s face who has stuff to sling about me. . .But, I try really hard to never do that. Because, that type of behavior doesn’t befit me, a femme, a lady or anyone really. Whenever you are lampooned because of someone else’s insecurities, try to remind yourself that it isn’t the person speaking, it is their issue. And, then, take a deep breath, walk away, and do the damndest to forget about it.

As we are all still reeling from the results of Prop. 8 and other marriage legislations, I have been reading what the LGBTQ community at large has to say. Most of us are still recovering, regrouping, and reminding ourselves that we have to get up and keep on. I am impressed by many who have found positive outlets to voice their opinions. But, I have seen a few –small but definitely established few- who are turning to petty anger to cope. I’ve seen and heard talk of sending gay porn to churches, of sending hate mail, of people using their rage to fuel negativity. Please, let’s stop this. Not one single person who is against gay marriage is going to view gay porn, and then suddenly think: “Why yes! These people should definitely have equal rights.” In showing them something that we know will be offensive to them, we are only underlining to them why we should be marginalized.

We have to rise above, hold our heads high, and demonstrate our grace.

Can you imagine what we could accomplish if we could put aside petty differences and actually talk to one another? And, I’m not just talking about people for gay marriage and people against it. I’m talking about within the GLBTQ community as well. We need to grow up, put down childish things, and start acting like the adults we are.

Hi. My name is Essin’ Em, and I’m a Femme.

I’ve now identified as a “Femme” and as femme for a year and a half, maybe a little more.  It’s been a hard journey…first reconciling my ideas of feminine vs. femme, and then figuring out what it all meant.  Being with different partners. Being on my own.  It’s hard to figure out your own identity when you’re living it, as it morphs and changes, and you are trying to pin something down that is constantly moving and shifting, as your life moves and shifts.  I have had some trouble being a femme.

This past spring, I was finally over J enough to start going out to the dyke bar in Philly, and to the month queer party.  I’d go, I’d dance on my own, I’d eye cute women, and try to get their attention.  I’d fail. And I’d go home alone and depressed.  There were not many Femmes in the scene….self identifed lipstick lesbians and andro dykes seemed to rule, with a few exceptions.  And I was a self-made Femme, not one wearing a jean skirt with boots, a bandana tied around my neck. I did not fit in.

Then I went to Dinah Shore.  This was my second year, and I had high hopes. The first year, I had my first time really being fucked by someone queer, and they were the one that helped me to realize my Femme identity. I was looking forward to FINALLY having someone “get it.”

But alas, I went to a different Dinah party at a different hotel. It was much trendier, much more LA, much more “skinny women in bikinis.” Even the butchier looking women were wearing eye liner and high heels. The only fellow Femme I found (with her Butch partner) was in her 30s or 40s.  I felt very alone, although still cute:

I came back disappointed and sunburned. I was finally figuring out MY identity, and no one wanted me.

I spoke a bit with Sinclair about it, who said that I needed to figure out my own way of hitting on people, of being me, and if people didn’t like it, well then, fuck them (or not as the case might be).  I tried to get up more courage, but it was hard.  For all I am an outgoing person, I don’t know how to flirt, and I certainly do not go up and approach people I think are cute.  But I tried.  

One night at the club, I went up to a woman and said “I’ve been trying to think of a reason to come over here and flirt with you, but I can’t, so I’ll just ask; would you like to dance?” She looked shocked, told me her name, shook my hand, and told me she’d love to, but was leaving.  I said ok, went back to the dance floor. She was there at least another half hour - it would have been nicer for me if she’d just told me I wasn’t her type.

I tried a few more times…in different (yet always slightly awkward, because that’s who I am) ways to chat up people I liked.  Nothing. I was beginning to feel like nothing would ever work, and I was destined to be a lonely Femme forever.

Then I met a woman after a derby bout - a friend of a former player.  And I saw her again at the next after party, and we danced.  And then we dykes from the team went to another club, and she came with, and we danced.  And I saw her while dancing a few days later, and asked her to go for a walk with me.  She did, and we chatted about the most random things.  A few weeks later, I took her home from another derby after party, and she invited me up. Good things happened.  And then 3 days later, I moved away from Philly.

Once in Colorado, I decided to start afresh. I’d just practice flirting with anyone I found remotely attractive.  I mean, I wasn’t established here yet - it didn’t really matter what people thought of me.  I had all the time in the world.

The third day here, I was getting a new license at the DMV. I’d been waiting about two hours, and then someone walked in, wearing headphones and a shirt that said “it must be my boyish charms.”  I wasn’t sure how they identified, but said person sat down right in front of me.  ”Damn,” I thought, “how am I supposed to try to make eye contact from BEHIND them?”  I sat for a moment, and thought WWSD? (What Would Sinclair Do?)  I had no idea. But I did now what Sinclair would tell ME to do; not to sit there doing nothing, but to do SOMETHING proactive. So I did. I got up, and sat next to said hot person.  Who paid no attention, and was listening to music on the iPod.  I was already halfway there, so I figured in for a penny, in for a pound.  I tapped their shoulder. “I love your ink - I’m new here. Where did you get it done?” And so the conversation began. And then we wound up going on three dates, and became good friends.

There was the girl at the dyke bar.  I was waiting for the Team Gina concert, and she was there, an Ace card tattooed on her forearm, playing with a deck of cards.  I was killing time, and had nothing to lose. “So what significance do cards have in your life?” I asked because I wanted to know. By this point, I was done trying to figure out the “right way” to flirt. Since then, we’ve hooked up twice, and have become each other’s therapy buddies.

I think my best “self made Femme” moment happened about two or three weeks ago. I was out dancing with my current friend-with-benefits’ sister and her friend. And guess who showed up? The aforementioned woman from the DMV. (Welcome to Denver - you thought the NYC queer scene was incestuous?) I had decided to dress up all 80’s for the hell of it (I do things like that):

Let’s just put it out there; I looked ridiculous. And I really didn’t care…something to do with having been a theatre person.  Anyways, I was dancing, having fun, and then walked outside to cool off with the person from the DMV. I step outside, and see someone out there who I think is pretty damn hot. And what do I do (keeping in mind I am stone sober)? Do I try to think of a smooth pick up line? Do I try to finagle my way into her conversation? Oh no no no. I walk outside, look her up and down once, and say “well, damn. You’re pretty hot, just so you know.”

Oh no I didn’t. Oh yes I did. I *am* ridiculous at times (also, keep in mind I was wearing the above, PLUS a giant faux fur cow coat).  Anyways, turns out she’d been chatting with DVM person, so I let them go back at it.  Eventually, I heard cute woman say “I’m from Albuquerque.”  I tell her that I’ll be there in a few weeks for a feminist porn film festival, and hand her a card, telling her she should come with if interested.  She kind of gave me a frightened deer in the headlights look.  I stuck around with the group for a bit, being my usually feisty self, and then we parted ways.  And then nothing.

Until last weekend; I received a text from an unknown number. It was that woman from the bar, wanting to know if I was presenting/teaching in New Mexico. I told her I wasn’t right now, that I’d be back for that, but that I’d love to do dinner, or have her come with to the festival, dot dot dot, etc. She texted back that I should live life, and do both - dinner and the festival.  A few more texts (she told me she had wheels, when I pointed out I was flying in), and boom. I have a date for this weekend apparently.

Crazy. For more than a year in Philly, I struggled with my identity, and trying to be myself as people ignored me.  Yet I’ve been in Denver about four months, and in that time, I’ve gone on more dates than I have the entire last two years.  I’ve hit on random people in random places, and gone out and/or had sex with five of them.  There is a Butch who works the ladies night at a local club. I’d kind of hit on her a while back, and then didn’t hear much, so put her out of mind. The other night, my friend-with-benefits and I went, and she was working. She told me she’d missed me, and that this was a pleasant surprise, and so on. I told her that I’d deleted her number, since she’d stopped texting and calling me, and that I’d leave the ball in her court.  I was feeling pretty feisty, and didn’t feel the need to flirt or suck up, or anything like that.  Oddly enough, the next morning, she texted me, telling me how it’d been so nice to see me.

So maybe it’s Denver. Or maybe I’ve stopped caring so much about what other people think, and I’ve finally come into Femme. I am being myself, my femme self, and it just so happens to be working for me.  Either way, I’m finally accepting of and happy with my identity, my presentation, and my behavior. And so what if I’m awkward and have no filter? I’m also quite entertaining, intelligent, and a freaking saber tooth tiger in bed

-Essin’ Em

The cat children’s Christmas stockings.

Materials:
Felt Christmas Stocking - seen above, $1 at Big Lots or dollar store (or $1.50 at Wal*Mart)Make sure the stocking is not fuzzy anywhere, you’re going to be stitching it!
Embroidery Floss - Costs less than $1!! (We used green)
Embroidery Fabric - Costs $4 ish, short names can double up on one bookmark. Ours has a green border.
Embroidery Needle - Costs under $1.50
Embroidery Alphabet Pattern - Free! Number Six and seven were nice, but any will do. Just google “Cross Stitch Alphabet Pattern”.
Total Cost: about $8 for the first, $5 for each additional.

Instructions:
You know, now that I got to the instructions, I realized that I’m not sure how to instruct you in the cross stitching… You basically thread the needle, start the needle from the back and make little x’s, following the pattern! Dana did the stitching on the bookmarks and trimmed them down. After she finished, I fastened the strip of fabric to the stocking by stitching a border through both the bookmark and through the white felt (the part that is folded down). I think it looks great!  We’re going to get stockings for ourselves as well! Don’t tell - I already have something to put into hers! Teeheehee!

You could also do it with markers, you could buy felt squares, cut it into letters and sew it on with a coordinating color thread, you could do it with frilly lace, you could try a different color… any number of combinations, have fun with it! Does anyone else have any fun crafts for the holidays?

Thanks to the folks at Babeland, I have another fun Adult Game to review for you. This one caught my eye immediately, primarily because it involved chocolate…and I, my friends, am a chocoholic! That’s right, F and I got to review Strip Chocolate.

I’d been waiting on this one for a while. When it first came in the mail, I had visions of a large group of sexy, intelligent, witty women playing it (a girl can dream, right), especially since a lot of my friends, and a few derby girls expressed interest in it. However, week after week, people were busy/unavailable/my place was a mess/some combo of the aforementioned. So one night, F came over, and poor things that we are, we had to test it out by ourselves.

Good thing it was only us - there are two “sorry-esque” game pieces (red and black, perfectly enough!), so it seems to be really only meant for two people. I chose black, handing her the red pieces, and I read the instructions outloud. The hard part was keep our clothes on long enough to play the game. By the time we got to the bedroom, placed everything where it needed to go, and popped in an AbbyWinters.com dvd, I was suddenly wearing nothing but my underwear, and had to find a negligee and a coat in order to have three items of clothing (playing with less would have been silly).

Rolling the die = fine. The strip squares = fine (although too many of them too quickly). However, the painting on the chocolate was an exercise in love/hate relationships. I loved painting F with the different designs, and when she was painting me, it was all I could do to keep from jumping her. However, you’re not supposed to lick it off right away - you have to wait till you come to a dare square. Well, let me tell you, chocolate body paint, if not licked off immediately, becomes incredibly sticky - sticking to other skin, hair, clothing, my leopard print bedsheets, etc. Finally, I said fuck it, and we got the chocolate off each other.

The game ended very quickly, even with the “extended play rules” - and it was hard to do the “favors” with all the sticky chocolate on our bodies. Eventually, we just gave up, and placed the board on the floor to have fabulous sex.

All in all, it’s a fun concept..I’d given the game itself 3 out of 5 stars. I think I’m going to need to come up with a different rule set to make it work better for me….but the chocolate is brilliant (and tasty), and the idea quite cute. I’d play it again!

-Essin’ Em

Allow me to begin by explaining that I go through phases with my hair. During one phase I want to grow it out; during another I want to hack it all off and just not worry about it. I recently got over a growing out phase. It was almost to mid-back - actually, it was there, but the ends were looking really bad so I cut off a couple of inches. Well, Thursday I went and got it chopped. At its longest it resides right at my chin, and in the back it just hits my neck. Shows off my pretty little tattoo back there, which is nice.

I can’t explain why I started feelings doubts about this hair over the last day or so. I think maybe I just got used to having the long hair. I certainly did enjoy twisting it up into a bun with a pretty clip. It made me feel kind of Naughty Businesswoman. Of course, that’s about all I did with it. I hardly ever wore it down because it drove me crazy. That was the major prompt in getting it cut. But then after the cut, I started feeling… almost less femme than before. Nothing else had changed - I still had the nice clothes, the nice undies (ooooh, do those go a long way to making me feel fabulous). The attitude is still there. So what about not having long hair is making me feel so different?

I couldn’t say. Certainly I do know that short hair isn’t just a butch thing. Hell, plenty of butchier people have long hair; I’ve seen them! And plenty of femme people have short hair. I’m one of them! And really, the shorter hair doesn’t make me look any less femme. It’s kind of flippy at the ends and really quite sassy. And even though my girlfriend says she misses my long hair (pooh, I say), she plays more with this short hair, which I love. (Have I ever mentioned how damn much I love my hair played with?)

In the end I guess I would just call it a bit of a shock to my system. I wanted it, that’s for sure, but it’s still no less of a pretty big change, considering I’ve been growing my hair out for well over a year, if not into two years. It certainly makes getting ready a hell of a lot quicker and easier! The girl who cut it did a great job; I’ll definitely be going back to her.

I just have to settle it in my brain that I am no less a femme without the long, luxurious (ha) locks. Hairstyle does not a femme make! The attitude, the way in which the femme rocks that hairstyle - THAT makes a femme. The confidence which leaves every femme-lover gaping in her wake - THAT makes a femme.

And oddly enough, sitting here in my black track pants and my Save The Ta-Tas t-shirt, barefoot, without a stitch of makeup and with short hair… I feel very femme.

Anybody up for an amazing clitoral and g-spot orgasm?!  Now that I’ve got your attention :)  I’m a day late and a dollar short.  New Toy Tuesday was pre-empted for election coverage.  We now return you to your kinky program already in progress…

The We-Vibe is a fantastic little invention!  It looks like a little clamp - one end slides nicely inside and against your g-spot while the other end vibrates your clitoris on the outside.  The result?  Intense G-spot and clitoral orgasmic bliss!!  It’s different than any other vibe/dildo I own, but in a GOOD way!

Forget about batteries and cords - the We-Vibe has its own charger and you just have to reach in the drawer, unplug it and use it.  Oh, and the case that comes with it keeps the drawer schmutz off of the silicone so you don’t have fuzzies and drawer fur on it when you need it!  So you have a really nice, top-drawer vibe that is rechargeable and comes with its own case.  Did I mention I really like the We-Vibe?!

Okay, so here’s the surprise twist I alluded to last week — the We-Vibe isn’t just for the ladies.  When I get new toys I like to experiment with them and find all the ways that Marky and I can enjoy them together.   While the We-Vibe is a woman’s vibe, no doubt, it is also really fun to use on men!  Back at the top of this post I said that the We-Vibe looks like a little clamp, right?  It’s very flexible, you can open it up and pinch it closed.  So I opened it up wider, wrapped it around Marky’s balls and then brought him to orgasm by stroking his cock at the same time.  According to Marky, the We-Vibe is perfect!!  The two ends vibrating together around his balls gave him an intense (dare I say copious) orgasm.  Who knew?!  I’m telling you, if there’s a way to get off, we’ll find it!

So there you have it folks.  I love the We-Vibe.  It does exactly what it’s supposed to - a clitoral/g-spot orgasm is the best!  I’ve only experienced it before with the Hitachi and the Gspot attachment as I rested the Hitachi against my clit - but that’s a little intense.  The We-Vibe is especially designed for just the right spots and I could kiss the designer of this little magic toy right on the lips!

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