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Wise Guys Reply: About Introducing Sex Toys to an Insecure Male Partner

Wed, 2012-01-25 00:08

Last week I posted a comment I added to Em & Lo's regular "Wise Guys" feature. This week I'm in the rotation as Em & Lo's "straight married" Wise Guy, answering the question...

“What would you tell a guy who was intimidated by the idea of his partner bringing sex toys into the bedroom?”

Source: Em & Lo

Here's how I answered (slightly reformatted since, hey, now it gets to be a second draft):

The dead cliché answer would be to remind him that they’re only called “toys” and “novelties” to get around puritanical blue laws.In reality, you could tell him, sex “toys” are tools for sex. Guys like tools.

But here’s a more original approach: Tell him, if someone brings a Monopoly board into the den it would be a pretty good sign she’d like to play [Monopoly] with you, right? So if your partner brings a sex toy into the bedroom that’s an even better sign she wants to play with you.

Yeah, we men are under a lot of social pressure to feel inadequate or even jealous about... well... all kinds of things. But, seriously, once you give up on the idea that sex is a test it can be a heck of a lot of fun. Whatever you want to call them, sex toys are pretty much always going to make sex even more fun. For both of you.

What May Be the only Remotely Sex-Related Post About Greece

Mon, 2011-07-04 20:37

Photo by figleaf (hey that's me!) Cached as a bandwidth-conserving courtesy
Photo by figleaf (hey that's me!) Used under a Creative Commons license.

Finally found a "sex shop" in Athens. We were renting a car to drive to Delphi and the shop was right next door. Hope it's not representative of Greek sex-shoppery.  Nothing but seriously cheesy mass-produced fishnet stockings, roach clips with feathers on them, and rack after rack of jelly "adult novelty toys."  You could smell the phthalates in the car-rental office! The little gnome-like proprietor in his J.C. Penny polyester shirt barely reached above the top of his glass cases. Definitely a throwback to the U.S. sex shops of the 1980s when everyone still seemed pretty embarrassed to have anything to do with them.

Meanwhile the handmade bottle openers shaped like life-size wooden phalluses the old women were selling in little booths in the flea market in the Plaka under the Acropolis were a little rougher-looking but all in all probably safer. Also way cheerier.

There actually is more to say about Greece and sexuality but I haven't been here long enough to comment at all competently -- it's been an all-family trip. (My sister-in-law won a gold medal in her event at the Special Olympics.)  Now I'm back on the road again, with family, in just a few minutes  heading from Delphi to Nafplion.

Paradox of Paper Cuts and Plastic Creates an Intriguing Hitachi Magic Wand / Tenga Egg Mashup

Tue, 2010-11-30 00:13

Paradox of Paper Cuts and Plastic finds a great off-label use for a male-masturbation product. It relates to a widely-experienced but little-mentioned hassle with a legendary sex toy used mainly by women.

I got a Tenga Egg from Good Vibrations!

You might be asking yourself why I would choose a male masturbator as my first toy to review. You might be thinking that I do not have a bio cock (although I do have a few less-sensate ones in my drawer at home) and therefore might not be able to write a detailed review of this kind of product. You might then conclude that I’ve used it with one of my male partners, but you’d actually be wrong!

Source: Paper Cuts and Plastic

The legendary sex toy, of course, is the Hitachi Magic Wand
. It’s been around for years. They were the primary learning tool in Betty Dodson’s masturbation workshops for decades. Genuinely countless women say the Magic Wand gave them their first orgasms, sometimes when nothing else from hands to partners to prayer had worked before.

The widely-experienced but little-mentioned hassle, though, is that while it’s well designed and of course perfectly, perfectly safe, they’re made with the same electric motor Hitachi puts in its consumer-grade electric sanders! (Hitachi being better known around the world for its construction tools and kitchen appliances than its one-and-only sex aid.) Consequently their vibrations are very intense.

Intense enough that, like Paradox, most of the women I know who use them at least started out using them through clothes (don’t ask how I know tight jeans work well) or folded towels or, when even that’s too intense, folded pillows!

Turns out that Tenga Eggs (a very stretchy plastic-gel single-use penis stimulator I probably ought to try some day) can be stretched over the vibrating end of a Magic Wand. Once in place the very soft, jiggly egg material buffers the vibrations enough to permit direct clitoral contact.

The downside for most people would be the Egg’s single-use construction and relatively high price ($7-$10 each.) And since there are a number of after-market attachments for the Magic Wand I’m guessing you might find a more permanent but still impact-buffering solution at Babeland or other quality sex-toy shops.

But worth a try.

Quick questions: What’s been your experience with Hitachi-style wand vibrators? Do you go for direct contact? (I know some people can handle it right away and many more work up to it.) Do you use padding? How about turning it around and “riding” the relatively less-intense handle (as one person I know does)? Did you have your first orgasm with one? Is it still the only one that works for you?

Unintended Consequences of Laws: Sex-Toy Superstores on the Alabama-Tennessee Border

Thu, 2010-05-13 04:35

I’ve mentioned that I was just back in southern Appalachia this week. On the long drive to and from Nashville to Asheville I came pretty close to the Alabama border. Sex toys, as you may recall, are illegal in Alabama. Back before they outlawed sex toys you could only find mega-fireworks stands along the Alabama/Tennessee border.


Photo by Flickr user figleaf (hey that’s me!) Posted with a Creative Commons license.

Now? Now there’s competition.


My photo also. Posted with a Creative Commons license.

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Thursday note: For those still interested I’m quietly participating in the Half-Nekkid Thursday photo meme here.

Scalp Tingler as Sex Toy?

Fri, 2009-05-22 14:27

I just gotta pass this along. Em & Lo of Sex. Love. And Everything in Between. say


Photo from Em & Lo’s site. Link takes you to Amazon Tingler page with their associate code.

The turn-of-the-century enthusiasm over the Tingler may have faded, but don’t forget this ridiculous-looking repurposed kitchen whisker for pre-sex relaxation and nerve-stimulation. In fact, experiencing the Tingler is the closest you can get to sheer ecstasy without taking MDMH or having an orgasm. This cheap metal scalp-massaging tool is so simple — but then most ingenious ideas are: It gently touches acupressure points to send shivers throughout your entire body. And that’s not just regurgitated marketing copy — that’s for reals.

Read the quote in context here.

Whether they are, as Em & Lo suggest, one of the best foreplay tools ever, I gotta say they can feel celestially supernal. Leave a comment if you’ve ever tried it.

Grist.org and Babeland.com Team Up to Promote Non-Novelty Sex Tools For Valentine's Day

Thu, 2009-02-12 12:24

So. You probably wouldn’t be surprised to learn that sex toys are called “toys” instead of, say, sex appliances or masturbation devices for a reason. Nor would you be surprised to learn they’re called toys, or, more specifically, “novelty items” specifically because so many jurisdictions either explicitly or implicitly regulate commercial activities anything having to do with sex, let alone anything having to do with masturbation.

Ironic, then, that whereas the sale of sex devices are heavily regulated around the country (until very recently they were flat illegal in Texas) the manufacture of “novelty items” isn’t regulated at all. With the classic twittery vs. substance consequence that many such toys contain toxic and/or carcinogenic chemicals that would be prohibited if they were sold for actual use!

What? You actually use your vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, sleeves, and other items instead of having a good laugh at their novelty and then chucking them out? Who knew?!?!? :-)

That’s where Grist comes in. They’ve teamed up with Babeland to promote a funny, disarming video that both mocks the lack of safety in some products and promotes healthier, and hotter (njoy vibrators and glass dildos anyone?) alternatives.

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This isn’t Grist’s first foray into eco-friendly sex advice. See also

Hat tip to Jennifer Prediger

Jacked Rabbits

Tue, 2008-10-14 14:29


Photo by Flickr user bcmacsac1. Used under a Creative Commons license.

Coy Pink of No need to be coy says

I’ve always been slightly annoyed about a certain segment of sex toys out there.
Image from Babeland.com. Click for
(non-affiliate) product info.
Animal-themed sex toys, to be precise.  What genius decided that women need or want their sex toys to be modeled after animals?  Do the powers-that-be think if a sex toy is shaped like a bunny or a dolphin it will be more appealing to women?  Do they think it’s easier for a shy lady to purchase a dildo with a face on it rather than one that is more life-like?  Even if that is true, how insulting is that?  All of us silly, giggling girls couldn’t POSSIBLY purchase a realistic looking vibrator, NOOOO...  it must be cute looking! </sarcasm>  I, for one, am not a fan of any toy that resembles an animal.  Apparently, I’m not alone…

She said it here.

Oh, and meanwhile TBK of The Beautiful Kind has remarks along the same lines in her review of a different sex toy. (Emphasis mine.)

I’ve never had anything like this up there before, just normal size dicks and smaller butt plugs. It measures in at 6.5 inches in length, which you wouldn’t think is too bad, but it’s bulky, and I was intimidated. It’s like a tapeworm for Paul Bunyan!

AND it even has a FACE – someone in Germany has a sense of humor…this is a product of Fun Factory, an innovative European sex toy company. I am GROOVING on their funky toy line, let me tell you.

Read her review here.


My cached version of photo from TBK’s post.
Here’s how I think vibrators and similar devices got those cutesy animal looks and faces. I remember reading years ago, from something by, I think, Susie Bright, that animal shapes and/or those unnerving little smiley faces were originally intended to get around laws against “marital aids” in the country they were first manufactured and/or first became popular.

Back when vibrators first started getting popular in America there were basically two kinds, smooth candle-shaped and “Swedish” ones that strapped to your hand. They worked… ok but they really were adapted from tools for old-fashioned body massage.

Oh yeah, and the candle-style ones were available mainly through mall-based “Spencer Gift” type novelty toy stores which, I’m guessing, meant they had to be indirect about their intended use.

Anyway, when the new ones, specifically the highly-iconic Rabbit, from Japan showed up in the early progressive toy stores (the then-independent Good Vibrations had them very early on) it was a revelation for a lot of people. Sure, Japanese modesty standards are very strong but also very different from our so, for instance, they weren’t particularly shy to design tools specifically for actual masturbation… but they still put bunny ears and little smileys on them.

And naturally when those non-toy “toys” took off here other manufacturers imitated the designs, bunny-ears or dolphin heads and all, without, I think, wondering why. Once manufacturers stopped imitating and started doing their own thing we started getting really specific toys like the Rock Chick (not for everyone but very effective for some people) or the NJoy and Lelo design lines of vibrators and insertables that are beautiful, very functional, well-crafted and… neither toy nor “realistic imitation” of any kind of anatomy whether it’s animal, vegetable, genital, or… toddler toys.**

Anyway, that’s where I think the little animal effects on a lot of toys came from.

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A not-irrelevant nerd note: along the same lines of rote imitation of features like bunny ears on popular products, you know how a lot of old “hot rod” race cars were always really jacked up in the back? I grew up in old bootlegger country — the original “Thunder Road” of ballad and movie fame went through both the town I was born in and the one where I grew up! More than one old-timer car mechanic told me they were jacked up not to improve performance but so that they’d look normal when driven with sometimes hundreds of gallons of illegal booze in the back. And yeah, on days off when the drivers would unload and race them those cars won… but it was the size of engines and skill of the drivers, not the height of the (unloaded) trunks that mattered. Nevertheless, 50 years later the misperception about functionality lingers… as does, evidently, the impulse to keep putting cartoon eyes on Coy’s and TBK’s sex toys “marital aids” sex and/or masturbation tools.

[** I added that last clause to make it more clear that “cute” and “anatomically correct” aren’t the only alternatives. —fl]

Stimulus Package

Fri, 2008-05-23 09:17

A friend with a closed blog recounted a conversation with an old friend and it suddenly became too obvious how we need to spend our “2008 Economic Stimulus Payments.”

After just a few moments of cordial howdy do’s, she suddenly started laughing. It wasn’t any old laugh. It was a seemingly very sensible girls oh I’m being NAUGHTY laugh. I suspect a saucy streak is probably part of the job description to be my friend, although I hadn’t thought about it before. I couldn’t stand the suspense, hearing her big and pregnant and laughing a throaty chuckle as if she were driving down the highway flashing oncoming motorists. “What?” I asked, “What are you laughing at?”

She burst out into a fresh peal of laughter and suddenly blurted out, “The stimulus package! The stimulus package! Oh god, I can’t stand it! Every time I hear someone at work, on the news, wherever, say anything at all about the stimulus package I just LOSE it!”

Seriously, there are some wonderfully stimulating toys, lubes, accessories, clothes, and gear out there. I thought about making a list of possible sites but it wouldn’t be fair because I’d be leaving someone out no matter where I finally had to stop. So I’ll just say for even 10% of what most people will be getting you can still get something nice for yourself.

So… it might not always be practical but given a chance what would you get? Me? I’ve always wanted to try any of the new toys for men that have (finally) started hitting the market in the last few years. I’d like to find out what the Aneros prostate-stimulating plug is really all about. And a bit less directly, since I used to be a apprentice-to-journeyman leather worker it would be wonderful to get a nice variety of leather and expendibles (dies, finishes, edge dressings, waxed linen and lanyarding)... and, hmmm… maybe a volunteer…

...he said shaking himself out of a blush-inspiring reverie!

So! Stimulating ideas anyway! How do you plan to help stimulate the economy?

Prostate Pilates Possibilities

Sat, 2008-03-01 14:42

So the other day we had dinner with friends at their house and at one point while standing by in the family room to help the kids settle back down after a mid-game frackass I started thumbing through a book about working out with those big pump-up Pilates exercise balls.

This afternoon, sort of on a whim, I decided to try one of the recommended “subtle core-building” exercises on the biggest of several balls my partner used to use as a chair when she had a sore back. And the exercise really is a simple, subtle one. You sit square on the ball, your knees at roughly 90 degrees, and then bounce with a sort of elbows-bent, marching-band arm movement. The instructions had been to do the exercise for a while, five minutes or more, and to pay attention to what core muscles were engaged or flexed.

And it really is a subtle exercise. At first it was all about finding balance, and then rhythm, but once I found my center of gravity and a good pace I started noticing, sure enough, all sorts of muscles I generally don’t pay any attention to gently engaging and taking on more of a central role. The first big sensations were in my core muscles near my solar plexus — not my usual abdominals or obliques but something a little deeper.

So that was cool, but the other thing I really started to notice after my mid-torso muscles was my pelvic-floor muscles. After just a few minutes the slow, steady pulsing and flexing — too gentle by far to be anything like clenching… really no effort at all — just started reaching deeper, engaging not just my PC muscles but lots of other ones as well, leg muscles, girdle muscles, muscles around my perineum, and even muscles I think maybe I notice only when I’m ejaculating.

Anyway, it was just a slow, sensual not-quite-erotic feeling, and — me being me after all — I began to wonder how it would work with more direct stimulation like a smaller bump or ball near my prostate. And then, me being me with my little lint-trap memory, I remembered someone mentioning a gag/novelty sex toy that was basically just a Pilates ball with an attached dildo.

A little bit of Googling turned up a couple of products along those lines (or at least a couple of repackagings of the same product — as if that never happens.) You can see one from the first randomly Googled vendor that included a photo of the actual product here.

I obviously couldn’t say if the product would work for anyone else, male or female — especially since I haven’t even tried one yet — but I can say that I think it might not be the big joke it was often presented when it was first introduced. I happen to think you could probably get the same benefit from a regular ball and a regular insertable of your choice. Anyway, if anyone else has tried one of those things, or if you’ve noticed the sort of inner/erotic sensations I was trying to describe (with or without insertables) I’d love to hear about it.

[Note: Today’s photo is a bit less work safe than usual. But, again, only a bit. —fl]

Where's the buzz over Rachel Maines?

Tue, 2007-10-23 13:28

So I finally bought a copy of Rachel Maines’ The Technology of Orgasm: “Hysteria,” the Vibrator, and Women’s Sexual Satisfaction (Johns Hopkins Studies in the History of Technology).

I’d been unwilling to part with $45.00 US for the hardback version but the paperback is only $12. I’m sorry I waited. Maines is deeply radical. And insightful.

Now what most people seem to know about Maine’s book is that vibrators were invented by doctors who were tired of giving women handjobs as treatment for “feminine hysteria.” Which from roughly 400 B.C. to 1920 was what medical doctors had spent most of their days doing! And complaining about it! Amused articles frequently appear with lots of quaint photos, etchings, and Sears Catalogue ads for turn-of-the-20th-Century housewives too.

And I’ve mentioned her book before, here and here in the context of 2400 years of physicians as sexworkers.

But that’s pretty much all you hear.

Just as Whipple, Perry, Ladas’s original book The G Spot: And Other Discoveries About Human Sexuality was really only peripherally about “squirting,” Technology of Orgasm is only peripherally about vibrators.


In fact, though the two books start from very different places, in a big way they’re both addressing the same problem: penis-in-vagina intercourse until male ejaculation is… a pretty lousy definition of sex.

Maines calls is the “Androcentric Model of Sexuality” and defines it as

[T]hree essential steps: preparation for penetration (“foreplay”), penetration, and male orgasm. Sexual activity that does not involve at least the last two has not been popularly or medically (and for that matter legally) regarded as “the real thing.” The female is expected to reach orgasm during coitus, but if she does not the legitimacy of the act as “real sex” is not thereby diminished.

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When marital sex was unsatisfying and masturbation discouraged or forbidden, female sexuality, I suggest, asserted itself through one of the few acceptable outlets: the symptoms of the hysteroneurasthenic disorders.

In other words whereas for masturbation women could have their clitorises burnt off with carbolic acid as Dr. Harvey (Corn Flakes) Kellogg recommended it was perfectly fine, routine-procedure, move-along-now to give women “hysterical paroxysms” as treatment for a “disease” first diagnosed no later than the year 400 B.C.!

This purported disease [hysteria —fl] and its sister ailments displayed a symptomatology consistent with the normal functioning of female sexuality, for which relief, not surprisingly, was obtained through orgasm, either through intercourse in the marriage bed or by means of massage on the physician’s table.

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The historically androcentric and pro-natal model of healthy, “normal” heterosexuality is penetration of the vagina by a penis to male orgasm. It has been clinically noted in many periods that this behavioral framework fails to consistently produce orgasm in more than half of the female population.”

This relegated the task of relieving the symptoms of female arousal to medical treatment, which defined female orgasm under clinical conditions as the crisis of an illness, the “hysterical paroxysm.”

Two thousand four hundred years we’ve had a paradigm of sex that thought horniness was a disease, that shortness of breath, a flushed bosom, a wet pussy, moist palms, plump lips, reddened cheeks, a distracted gaze… in other words all the signs of sexual arousal were symptoms of that disease, and that as those — literal! — hired hands plied their fingers and palms over women’s vulvas, between syrupy lips, inside their heated, clasping vaginas to roll they measured the moans, the sighs, the initial trembles and the ultimate convulsions as treatment!

And why? Because the alternative would require admitting that women, since they’re people and all, are sexual beings. And to admit that would be bad because…

...because

...because?

I dunno. That’s what’s bothering me.

For most of those years — if not all 2,400 years then certainly for the last 240, men have lamented fiercely that women aren’t interested in sex. That they prefer “love.” That even if women start out eager for sex their interest pretty quickly peters out.


A passable mechanical alternative?

Lemme tell ya, if I, and every other man I knew, had only a 15% chance of reliably having an orgasm during sex I might start sublimating it with mytho-romantic stories involving princes and living happily ever after. And it sure as hell wouldn’t be much of a substitute. And I gotta say I’m not dead positive it would take me all four weeks of that first “honey moon” to decide it wasn’t exactly what I’d been led to expect. And finally, if I wasn’t allowed to masturbate, or ask my partner for something else besides the old whatever-got-her-off-but-not-me I’d get a little hysterical too, ok?

More to the point, any requests from my partner for more sex would probably fall on deaf ears. Especially if doctors, weary of relieving my “hysteria” by hand still managed to provide a a passable mechanical alternative.

Living a lie is stupid.

Living a lie that the only sex that counts is “penis in vagina until male ejaculation” is particularly insulting. Insulting to women who’ve had to put up with it, even to go along with it. Insulting to men that our egos should be so fragile and small as to need such a lie to be gone along with!

And catastrophic when you consider the — literally! — man made belief in the scarcity of sex!

Anyway, “tee-hee” factors in the popular press notwithstanding, The Technology of Orgasm: “Hysteria,” the Vibrator, and Women’s Sexual Satisfaction (Johns Hopkins Studies in the History of Technology) is a damning indictment of all that. I’d call it critical documentation of the pathetic depth of the “no-sex” class paradigm. If you see it on the bookshelves check it out.

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