Behind the Seams: Energy, Comedy, & Slime Puppies

May 15th, 2025

A very unglamorous day followed by a substantially more glamorous night: I wore this out to get some medical tests done, including my routine STI testing (Safer Six is my go-to in Toronto these days; they’re always lovely!), and then later to meet up with my brother Max for dinner at Fran’s and to go see the Classic Albums Live performance of Michael Jackson’s Thriller at Massey Hall, for which I’d bought us tickets as Max’s birthday gift a few months prior. The show was fantastic – so much energy, so many good vibes!

What I’m wearing:

• Red camisole with built-in bra (a.k.a. “brami“) – Gap; I have like 4 of these now and they’re so good, especially for those of us who medically cannot tolerate real bras
• Black leather jacket – Danier Leather, covered in pins from various sources
• Black short-shorts – H&M back in 2017; I wore these for practically the whole summer when I was 25 and they are back, baybee
• Black leggings (worn under the shorts) – H&M
Black leather Converse sneakers
• Vintage black leather Coach Station bag
• Silver disco ball earrings – H&M


May 16th, 2025

During the day, I wrote a rabbit vibe review. Then, in the evening, I slithered into this cute little outfit to trek across town to Comedy Bar East for a show that one of my musical improv teammates was in. It was a longform improv show (my fave kind) and the troupe was trying out some cool new formats. Non-musical improv, in this case, although my friend did do some rapping in one scene! Afterward a few of us hung out shooting the shit in the bar until late, and then moseyed tipsily to various other locations, eventually ending our night by doing musical improv over YouTube karaoke tracks in a friend’s cozy basement apartment until 3 a.m. Truly can’t remember the last time I was out that late (and not fucking miserable about it), but time flies when you’re having fun with comedy friends!

What I’m wearing:

• Pink cropped T-shirt – Gap (can you tell I placed a big order there recently to update my wardrobe for improv classes/shows? I didn’t have enough solid-color, casual shirts!)
• Black velvet skater skirt – Forever 21 several years ago (worn with black bike shorts underneath, because being constantly fearful of flashing passersby when a gust of wind arises is not chic, darling)
• Pink leather Doc Martens
• Vintage black Coach Station bag
• Rainbow earrings – 3Delightfulshop on Etsy


May 17th, 2025

My friend’s show was so good that I ended up going to the second one the following day! Wanted to see more of those interesting longform structures his troupe was doing. Then I journaled on the long streetcar ride back home, at which point my far-away cinephile sweetheart (a.k.a. the Movieboy) and I watched a Hitchcock flick together online (The 39 Steps, which was quite good).

What I’m wearing:

• Bernie Sanders campaign tank top (frayed and full of holes at this point… just like my faith in democracy, ha ha)
• Red polka-dotted midi skirt – Forever 21
• Black leather Chuck Taylors
• Black leather jacket – Danier Leather
• Rainbow earrings – 3Delightfulshop
• Vintage red leather Coach Willis bag


May 30th, 2025

I have been on low-dose naltrexone (LDN) for my fibromyalgia for about 6 months. Some of the effects are not-so-great for me (of which more later), but the main ones are fabulous: I’ve noticed a significant reduction in pain, and a significant boost in mood and energy. As a result, I’ve been able to lead the closest thing I’ve had to a “normal life” since developing this disease at age 23 and receding gradually further into the isolated chronically ill lifestyle since then. I am grateful every morning when I take my LDN, because it has totally turned my life around!

In fact, I have so much more energy now that I can usually go on 1-2 walks a day, of about 45 minutes each. (For reference, a year ago I would’ve needed to lie down for a few hours after taking a walk like that.) This is especially great right now, since I’m trying to keep my energy/endurance up for the weekly musical improv shows I’m doing every Sunday in June, and am loving being able to actually exercise without needing to take an achy depression nap afterward! It’s also great because I get to put together cute outfits like this one for my walks, which of course just helps motivate me further.

What I’m wearing:

• Turquoise “Slime Puppy” tank top – an impulsive and probably drunken late-night Amazon purchase some years ago (for those unfamiliar, “slime puppy” is an epithet from Succession which Gerri slings at Roman in one of their erotically fraught tête-à-têtes; it famously was not scripted, and was improvised by J. Smith-Cameron during filming)
• Black short-shorts – H&M
• Black leather belt – Gap
• Black leather Chuck Taylors
• Turquoise/purple “Think Positive” snapback hat – MaruHats
• Prescription sunglasses – Zenni
• Apple Watch with navy leather Hermès band (gotta track those biometrics, baby!)


June 1st, 2025 (daytime)

Another outfit for a walk. This look is a prime example of what Gala Darling might call “dopamine dressing” – i.e. putting together outfits purely for how good they make you feel, and how good they might make other people feel when they see you! Sure enough, kindly strangers lobbed compliments at me as I sauntered past in my fruity finest.

One of the errands I ran in this ensemble was stopping at the liquor store for a bottle of rosé for my aunt… Something iconic about rocking up to the booze shop in an all-pink outfit to buy an all-pink wine 😂

What I’m wearing:

• Pink knit hat – Only
• Pink “brami” – Gap (gift from my mama the night before, who knows me very well, evidently)
• Pink fleece-lined sweatpants – Gap, soooo cozy
• Pink & red custom Nike Air Force 1s
• Pink leather Coach bag
• Apple Watch with navy leather Hermès band


June 1st, 2025 (nighttime)

For the evening’s improv show + jam, I changed into this. My troupe has been dressing in blues and blacks when we perform lately, to give us a more professional/unified look, so I’d pulled some old black/blue/navy dresses from the far reaches of my closet, including this little number, which I seem to remember wearing on lots of sweaty, sexy dates the summer I was 25.

It was a good show for me – I improvised a jazz song about dancing in the streets and a blues verse about scarves, among other things – and I even won the rhyming-based elimination game we played at the end of the jam, so I was deemed the ‘champion’ of the evening and had my photo taken for the champions’ wall… hence the silly triumphant poses in some of these photos, haha! (The middle one is just me laughing at one of my hilarious pals. This type of full-on head-tilted-back cackle is not at all unusual for me at these shows…!)

What I’m wearing:

• Navy polka-dotted dress – H&M many years ago
• Black leather belt – Gap
• Black leather Chuck Taylors
• Red heart-shaped prescription glasses – Zenni (I try not to wear these during our actual shows because they are A Bit Much when you’re trying to play lots of different characters, some of whom would never dream of wearing something so silly-looking – but I usually put them back on for the improv jam afterward and get lots of compliments on them, haha)


June 3rd, 2025

Another all-pink outfit for a walk! It was super sunny and warm so I decided to bust out these very small shorts from my mid-twenties. There aren’t many places I would wear these, but they’re fine to wear on a walk, so long as I keep my noise-canceling earbuds in and aggressively ignore any men who try to shout anything my way…

What I’m wearing:

• Pink snapback hat – an impulsive eBay purchase some years ago, I think?
• Pink “brami” – Gap
• Tiny pink shorts – H&M many years ago
• Black leather belt – Gap
• Black prescription sunglasses – Zenni
• Pink & red custom Nike Air Force 1s


June 4th, 2025

I wore this to go see lesbian rock legend Carole Pope perform an unplugged set at Hugh’s Room with some family members. Carole was a long-time bandmate and collaborator of my late uncle Kevan Staples, who passed away earlier this year, so it was emotional for us to see her perform again, especially some of the songs she co-wrote with Kevan. Really awesome set, and a great crowd full of fellow queers, who sang along with wild abandon to Carole’s songs about fisting and safewords – what a way to kick off Pride month!

What I’m wearing:

• Pale blue cropped T-shirt – Gap
• Black pleated tennis skirt – Uniqlo
• Royal blue knee-high socks – the now-defunct kinky Minneapolis coffee shop Leather & Latte
• Black leather Frye harness boots
• Turquoise leather Tiffany’s dog collar – from my beautiful wife
• Silver disco ball earrings – H&M
• Black leather jacket – Danier Leather
• Vintage black Coach Station bag


June 5th, 2025

Here’s what I wore to run some errands today, including picking up an antibiotic for a UTI that I didn’t even know I had until my doctor called me this morning to tell me 😂 Bodies are strange…

(Content note: This next paragraph is gonna talk about weight loss, appetite/eating, and body image. I aim to discuss these things from a body-positive or at least body-neutral perspective – no fat-shaming here! But please absolutely feel free to skip the whole paragraph if that stuff is gonna trigger/trouble you. Thanks for taking care of yourself!)

Speaking of “bodies are strange”: As I mentioned, I’ve been on LDN for a while – and one of the unfortunate side effects (in my view) is that it severely fucks with my appetite, which was already lessened due to the Wellbutrin I’ve been taking for my depression for the past 5+ years. This makes sense, due to how both drugs interact with the brain’s reward system (which is also why naltrexone is so useful for treating alcohol dependency, for instance), but is super annoying for people like me who like food and want to be able to enjoy it! I can really only eat maybe one-quarter to one-third as much per meal as I used to be able to, before I start feeling uncomfortably full and have to stop. This has resulted in some significant weight loss, as eagle-eyed readers may already have noticed (thanks for not saying anything about it, that would be rude and gross!), and I’m still actively adjusting to these changes. A lot of my clothes are literally hanging off me, as seen here (this skirt used to sit at my waist and now droops down to my hips), which makes me feel weird/bad/like this isn’t really “my body,” and it’s also weird to be feeling so energetic, motivated and happy while I’m literally shrinking away, especially since I have some history of disordered eating and bad body image. I guess the next step is probably to get a bunch of my clothing tailored to fit my current body, since I plan to stay on this drug for the foreseeable future and don’t want to keep living in this limbo where almost nothing fits me. But it’s also tough to accept that this really is my body now, and that it won’t change again anytime soon (because who knows?! it might!). Anyway, if you’ve ever been through something similar and have advice/wisdom to share, I’d love to hear from you in the comments!

What I’m wearing:

• Pale blue cropped T-shirt – Gap
• Turquoise pleated tennis skirt – not sure
• Royal blue knee-high socks – Leather & Latte
• Grey knit beanie – eBay
• Black prescription sunglasses – Zenni
• Vintage black Coach Station bag
• Blue metallic Doc Martens – bought when I was ~19 and recently rediscovered in my closet at my parents’ house; aren’t they wild?!

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Review: XReverie Rilva rabbit vibrator

Every time I review a sex toy, I start by reading its instruction manual cover-to-cover – and one of the funniest parts of the manual is often the verbs that the sex toy company has chosen to express what its toy’s various functions do. I’ve seen everything from “slapping” to “squeezing” to “tickling”… and in this way, the XReverie Rilva rabbit vibrator stood out from the crowd, because it offers “digging” and “swelling.” What the hell does that mean? Let’s find out together, shall we?!

What is the XReverie Rilva rabbit vibrator?

Like most rabbit vibrators, this one has an internal arm that’s meant to be used vaginally, and an external arm that’s meant to be used clitorally.

In this case, the internal arm has a couple of different functions:

  1. The tip of the shaft strokes up and down in a “come hither” motion meant to stimulate the A-spot. (Yes, they specifically reference the A-spot in their product copy! Yay, more A-spot awareness!) Identified by XReverie as “digging,” I would moreso call this “stroking” or “massaging.”
  2. The middle of the shaft rhythmically undulates, expanding and contracting, or as XReverie calls it, “swelling.” It’s meant to stimulate the G-spot, and in practice, I’d say it feels more like light tapping against that area.

The external/clitoral arm of the toy is more straightforward – it just vibrates – but its shape is non-standard for a rabbit; it reminds me of a seal balancing a ball on its nose.

The Rilva is made of silicone and ABS plastic, and it currently retails for $54.99 USD. It lasts about 50 minutes on a 90-minute charge.

Things I like about the XReverie Rilva rabbit vibrator:

  • I’m always thrilled to see new toys coming out that target the A-spot specifically, and this one does a decent job of it! The tip of its shaft feels very similar to a partner stroking my spot with one or two fingers – which is my jam, man, as practically anyone I’ve ever fucked could tell you. There are 3 steady stroking speeds followed by some more erratic patterns; I liked that the steady speeds started relatively slow, instead of jackhammery (I often find myself saying “Slower, please!!” when partners are fingerbanging me). It’s a stroking motion, not a thrusting motion, but the sensation reminded me a lot of Fun Factory Stronic toys (RIP), in the way it hit my spot rhythmically again and again.
  • I dig that the internal and external arm can be controlled separately from one another, each with their own button. You can also pause one of the arms by double-clicking its button, if (for example) the clitoral vibrations start to overwhelm you and you want to focus on internal sensations for a while.
  • The Rilva comes with a lovely velvety storage bag… which is especially important because its soft matte silicone is very prone to picking up lint/dirt/etc.
  • It’s IPX6 water-resistant, meaning you can wash it in the sink or take it in the shower, but shouldn’t submerge it.

Things I don’t like about the XReverie Rilva rabbit vibrator:

  • Unfortunately the biggest issue with this toy is that its stroking function slows down under pressure. Even just the minor vaginal squeezing I do during mild-to-moderate arousal was enough to hinder its motion significantly – which was a bummer, because the stroking felt amazing until then! IMO, if you’re designing a toy for vaginal use, it should be able to withstand some basic Kegel flexing without buckling under the pressure.
  • The shaft of the toy also starts to overheat after a few minutes, especially if you’re putting extra pressure on the motor, by, uh, [checks notes] becoming sexually aroused while it’s inside you. It never got hot enough to hurt me or anything, but it was still unsettling.
  • The clitoral arm is fairly useless for me: its vibrations are irritatingly buzzy (albeit surprisingly strong, especially on the high end) and its shape inevitably focuses those vibrations onto the hypersensitive tip of my clit, rather than the clitoral shaft or hood. Some people would enjoy this laser-focused intensity, but I sure ain’t one of ’em.
  • I don’t know why soooo many toys I’m reviewing here lately have had 3 steady speeds followed by 7 patterns, but I’m tired of it!! Give us more steady speeds and fewer patterns!! Both the internal and external arms of the Rilva have this issue.
  • I can’t even really comment on the part of the shaft that “swells” against the G-spot, because I barely felt it. It’s inventive, though!
  • The Rilva is kinda loud, although that’s normal with mechanical stroking toys like this one.

Final thoughts

Wish I liked this toy more, but alas, the XReverie Rilka rabbit vibe has some significant mechanical issues, including its tendency to slow down under any pressure, its troubling habit of overheating, and its gratingly buzzy motor.

But I hope more sex toy companies (including XReverie!) keep making A-spot-focused toys, because this spot deserves more love. As in, the kind of love that doesn’t slow to a crawl the minute you get turned on.

 

This post was sponsored, meaning I was paid to write a fair and honest review of the product. As always, all writing and opinions are my own.

Behind the Seams: Improv, Airports, & the Elephant Man

April 1st, 2025

Here’s what I wore to have dinner at a Mexican restaurant and then attend a screening of David Lynch’s The Elephant Man at the Paradise Theatre with my mom. It’s a really beautiful film, quite eerie and affecting. It was being screened as part of a series about “freaks” as a trope. Themes of disability, ableism, and social ostracization were woven through many of the films in the series, this one being a prime example. It was so lovely to watch it in a room full of pious film nerds!

What I’m wearing:

• Orange tank top – Gap
• Red pencil skirt – American Apparel
• Black cashmere hoodie (barely visible) because movie theatres are always way too cold – gift from my parents-in-law
• Black tights
• Black leather Doc Martens
• Black wool coat – thrifted in 2007, originally from Fairweather
• Pink leather bag – Coach


April 17th, 2025

Kind of a silly one. I love being a Weird Outfit Girl. I wore this to go get a haircut. I keep wanting to go shorter and shorter with my hair lately. Just feels right, man!

What I’m wearing:

• Yellow modal tank top – Amazon Basics (I know, I know…)
• Red polka-dotted midi skirt – Forever 21, many years ago
• Black leather jacket covered in various pins – Danier Leather
• White heart-print socks – Gap
• Red/pink/blue custom Nike Air Force 1 sneakers
• Red leather Coach Willis bag – vintage
• “101 Kinky Things” snapback hat – custom-made by Printful
• Black prescription sunglasses – Zenni


April 22nd, 2025

This was my airport outfit for a birthday jaunt to New York. I had planned to wear jeans to the airport, but was having a reeeeal bad fibro flare-up and ended up having to swap them out for lounge pants right before leaving the house. But honestly, this look kinda rules, and makes me wonder if I should dip my toe into wide-leg jeans for the first time in literal decades… Hmm!

Shout-out to this blue polka-dotted backpack, which I bought at the Indigo bookstore in the Eaton Centre when I was a freshman in journalism school. I schlepped my books and laptop around in it for years, and it’s still serving me well for trips when I don’t want to bring a whole suitcase with me.

What I’m wearing:

• Navy and red tank top – technically a pajama shirt; a gift from my mom (along with matching patterned pants, which I don’t tend to wear outside as often, lol!)
• Blue cashmere cardigan – Gap
• Black wide-leg lounge pants – Ureshii, made-to-measure several years ago (they are soooo comfy and they have pockets!)
• Black leather Frye harness boots
• Blue polka-dotted backpack – Baggu via Indigo


April 27th, 2025

I received two pairs of the same gloves as a Christmas gift (from my very thoughtful parents and my very thoughtful parents-in-law, respectively), so I decided to return one pair for store credit… and ended up getting this denim jumpsuit instead. They had it in black too, but the navy was calling my name!

really wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull off a look like this, since I’m typically way more femme-presenting – but I’ve felt amazingly powerful every time I’ve worn this jumpsuit! Case in point: On this night, I had a musical improv show with my class/troupe, performed well, and felt great!

What I’m wearing:

• Denim jumpsuit – Aritzia (sadly doesn’t seem to be available anymore; I hope they bring it back, because I might need the black version after all…)
• Custom Nike Air Force 1s
• Orange leather Coach satchel – vintage on eBay (usually my overnight bag these days when I go stay at my parents’ house after improv shows and classes; I think of it as my femme improvisor equivalent of a gym bag!)
• Black prescription sunglasses – Zenni


May 3rd, 2025

Here’s what I wore to attend my dad’s birthday dinner. I love an all-black look with a pop of brightness somewhere. “One does want a hint of color,” as Starrina might say!

What I’m wearing:

• Black wool sweater – gift from my dad I think?
• Black tank top underneath (unseen) – Museum of Sex gift shop
• Black jeans – Madewell
• Pink/purple/turquoise vintage silk scarf worn as a belt for some reason
• Black leather Converse Chuck Taylor sneakers
• Pink leather Coach bag
• Black leather jacket – Danier


May 4th, 2025

Another improv show night! I tend to dress more casual and androgynous for improv shows than is my typical style, because that’s sort of the norm in those spaces, not to mention it’s often more practical when you’re running around on stage. That being said, I do like incorporating little touches of femme flair here and there – like a teensy bit of midriff under a crop top, or my ever-present red lip, which gives me superpowers, I swear.

The show went great! Here’s a solo song I improvised, and a silly Hoedown verse about morticians.

What I’m wearing:

• Blue “brami” shirt (as in, camisole with a built-in bra) – Gap
• Navy high-waisted skinny jeans – J. Crew
• Black leather Converse Chuck Taylor sneakers
• Black fleece-lined hoodie (in 2nd picture only) – American Apparel
• Black/grey/blue Coach Willis bag – gift from my love


May 8th, 2025

A friend offered me a last-minute ticket to go see Dinosaur Improv, a visiting troupe featuring such comedy powerhouses as Lisa Gilroy, Jason Mantzoukas, Paul Scheer, and more. I threw on this vaguely Daria-inspired outfit and walked down to the Second City. The show was incredible; I laughed my face off with my pals, and felt inspired with regards to my own improv, too.

What I’m wearing:

• Sex T-Rex shirt – bought from Sex T-Rex themselves (they’re an improv troupe) at the Bad Dog Theatre; I cut the neckline off and made some other minor alterations
• Green/blue/black plaid leggings – Torrid
• Black leather Doc Martens
• Black leather jacket – Danier
• Pink leather Coach bag
• Pink leather heart earrings – Unicorn Collaborators


May 11th, 2025

Aaaand it’s another improv show outfit! My mom recently suggested that I go through the closet in my room at her house, to see if there were any old clothes from my teens/twenties that I might want to bust out again for improv shows. That’s where I found this shirt, and it really did work well on stage, I think! It’s eye-catching without being obnoxious, and makes me feel super confident.

This show went well too – I did a boy band song about butter and a blues verse about wishing I could take my mom to the Greek islands, among other things!

What I’m wearing:

• Multicolored floral-print crop top – American Apparel many years ago
• Black skinny jeans – Gap
• Black leather belt – Gap
• Black leather Converse Chuck Taylor sneakers
• Red heart-shaped prescription glasses – Zenni

5 Ways to (Hopefully!) Tell If Your New Crush Is Chill About Sex Toys

Going on first dates in my twenties was always a crapshoot in many ways. Would my date look like their photo, ask me a single question about myself, or put effort into making me come? There was no way to know in advance. Like all of us who engage in the weird and wondrous ritual that is modern dating, I just had to trust the process and hope for the best.

Or so I thought.

See, over the years, as I’ve gotten more involved with kinky and queer communities, I’ve learned a lot more about “vetting” new partners. Sometimes this happens in very overt ways, like when you ask a hot stranger at the dungeon to tell you about their safewords and other consent practices before agreeing to play with them. But vetting can also happen more subtly, as a way of ascertaining information that can establish compatibility and may even keep you safe – like “Has this person even heard of the concept of polyamory?” or “Is this person going to do/say something bigoted if I come out to them as bi?”

Polyamory, queerness, and kink are all topics I try to “vet” new potential partners’ stances on, because anyone who plans to date or fuck me will need to have at least a working knowledge of these things – and likewise, I love sex toys (as the 13+ years of sex toy reviews on this blog can attest!) and only want to have sex with people who are similarly enthusiastic about them, or are, at the very least, chill as hell about them.

If you, too, view toy-positivity as a vital trait in your potential paramours, here are some pro tips that just might help you suss out your crush’s views on sex toys. (Frankly, many of these tips could also be used to vet for kinkiness, among other things!)

 

Bring up a news story

If you don’t follow the sex toy beat as obsessively as I do (and why would you?), you might not know that sex toys are in the news pretty much every day. Even just scrolling up through my recent text chain with my dad (who follows a lot of news sources and often sends me sex toy-related things when he sees them), I see a story about a domestic boom in China’s sex toy industry, one about a malfunctioning sex toy causing a house fire in Staten Island, an article in which an ER doctor warned against the usage of urethral sounds, and one about a thrift store that accidentally put some metal butt plugs out for sale labeled as doorknobs.

There’s not always an easy or natural way to bring up a news story, but you can pretend to come across it on your phone while you’re with your crush and watch their reaction when you tell them about it – or you can do what I do, as an unabashed news nerd, and simply launch into a speech like, “I was just reading this news story about a case of vibrators that fell off a cargo ship… Isn’t that so tragic? I feel bad for the people who don’t get to have their vibrators now!” Watch for any microexpressions or protestations that give them away as being vibe-phobic!

 

Bring up a past memory

Tread carefully with this one, because some people are not gonna want to hear a sex story about your ex… but I’ve occasionally gotten good mileage out of casually telling an anecdote that is instructive about what not to do, e.g. “One time I hooked up with this guy who said that me using a vibrator during sex was ‘weird,’ and that made me so mad that I never fucked him again!” (Naturally, as with any anecdote that could be deemed inappropriate or sensitive, you gotta pick your moments to bring up this kind of thing. I’d only tend to tell a story like this if our conversation had already veered in a sexual direction.)

That being said, positive (or even neutral) anecdotes about sex toys can be instructive too. For instance, I remember once telling a crush a story about the time a security guard at a music venue found a dildo in my bag as I was trying to get into a rock concert. The dildo itself, and my reasons for having it, aren’t what the story is about, exactly – it’s about the awkward-but-funny interaction I had with the security guard over it – but if a person was uncomfortable with dildos, that would likely be evident in their reaction (or pointedly blank non-reaction, as the case may be!).

 

Bring up (or queue up) a media reference

Look, who even cares that the rabbit vibrator episode of Sex & the City aired a whopping 27 years ago?! You can still be like, “Ooh, wanna watch an episode of one of my favorite shows with me?” and then just ‘happen’ to choose the episode where Charlotte uses a rabbit vibe. Or the one where Samantha uses a wand vibe. Or the… other one where Samantha uses a different wand vibe. (I know too much about the history of wand vibes, evidently…)

There are, of course, plenty of other media depictions of sex toys, from the strap-on in Broad City to the sex doll in Lars & the Real Girl to the butt plug-shaped trophy in Everything Everywhere All At Once. While a person may not come right out and say “I disapprove of what is being portrayed!” their reaction may still give you some useful data to add to the pile.

 

Walk past (or into) a sex shop

Say you’re out on a date, and en route from dinner to a nightcap, you happen to stroll past a sex shop. You could comment with curious wonder (or experienced approval) on whatever you see in the window, could take the opportunity to tell a toy-related anecdote (see above), or could even flash your crush an impish smile and say, “Wanna go in?”

I often find it amazingly informative – not to mention hot – to wander through a sex shop with someone I’m newly interested in. There are so many conversation-sparking comments and questions you can spout about anything and everything that you see around you: “Ooh, I love this one!” “Have you ever tried this kind of thing?” “OMG, I’ve always wondered what these feel like.” “Does this intrigue you at all?” “Wow, that’s beautiful.” “What’s the most you would ever spend on a sex toy?” “I remember the first time I went into a sex shop…” “I wonder if this place is hiring!” However they respond to any of this, it will be very telling.

It’s also telling to observe which items in the store catch their eye – what do they go up to and stare at, what do they ask questions about, what toy packaging or lube labels do they scrutinize? Use your best judgment to decide when it’s appropriate to comment on this kind of stuff; I probably wouldn’t go up to a crush who was eying the enemas and say, “Thinking about cleaning your butt out, huh?” for instance, because being in a sex shop at all is vulnerable enough for most people as-is, without some well-meaning sex-positive scamp narrating your idle musings aloud!

 

Just fuckin’ ask

You really gotta read the room on this one, and hopefully you’ve established enough rapport that this doesn’t come across as unhingedly out-of-touch, but sometimes you can really just say something like, “What are your views on sex toys? I love them and have a bunch of them.”

With personal questions like this, I often recommend that you answer the question yourself upfront, as in that example. It’s a good-faith demonstration that you’re asking them to step out on a limb that you yourself will also willingly step onto. It’s also an opportunity to set the tone for what kind of answer you’re expecting, so that hopefully, even if they have an objection of some kind, they will voice it calmly and non-judgmentally.

As with all of these suggestions, it’s important to remember: If it does turn out that your crush has beef with sex toys, it’s good to know that ASAP, so you can make decisions accordingly, ideally before putting a label on things, developing a strong emotional attachment, or falling in love. You deserve pleasure, and you deserve to be partnered with people who care about your pleasure, instead of being suspicious or resentful of it – and so it is absolutely valid to want to filter out the vibrator-haters however and whenever you can.

 

How do you like to vet new partners for their chillness with regards to sex toys?

 

This post contains sponsored links. As always, all writing and opinions are my own.

My Night With a Sex Doll (the Tantaly Mark)!

As I strolled back home from a great comedy show last night, I had a spring in my step. I’d just shared some laughs with pals, the weather was beautiful, and I had a date with a sex doll.

This date was a long time coming. I’ve collaborated with sex doll company Tantaly on a number of reviews before, but I’ve always outsourced the testing, because the brand always wanted to highlight their most popular products: dolls with tits and a pussy. Now, don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate tits and a pussy as much as the next bisexual – but I don’t have the anatomy required to actually fuck that type of doll, which is, of course, the expected usage of a fuck-doll.

In the course of doing those Tantaly reviews, I’ve managed to hook up three penis-possessing people in my life with a free sex doll, in exchange for letting me pick their brain about the experience for my review (or in one case, the person actually wrote the review himself – you should read it, it’s hilarious!). But sex dolls are the type of product that you typically wouldn’t want or need multiples of, especially if you live in a small apartment – so none of my testers were willing to test another doll, and there wasn’t really anyone else who I’d trust enough to give this responsibility to. (It might sound odd to describe sticking your dick in something as a “responsibility,” but my reputation and income would legitimately be on the line if a tester ghosted me after receiving their doll, so I have to be choosy about them!)

All this to say: When Tantaly reached out again recently to ask about another collab, I told them that at this point, I’d only be able to review a doll if I could test it myself… which meant it would have to be a doll with a dick. And guess what? They sent me one. His name is Mark. He’s actually lying in my bed right now as I write this. He’d probably be smoking a post-coital cigarette, if not for the fact that he has no head. Let me tell you about our date night!

Specs ‘n’ stuff

I want to get the technical shit out of the way up top, because frankly it feels weird to write about this doll like it’s just another sex toy, even though it literally is. But damn, it’s eerily humanoid. I mean, I know that’s the point, but I was really thrown by how much my brain wanted to categorize the doll as a person immediately. I full-body cringed from uncanny-valley weirdness when I unboxed Mark and looked at him lying there, so lifeless and subdued – except for his perpetually raging hard-on, which arched up out of his styrofoam coffin like a phoenix rising from the ashes – and yet so lifelike. I kept saying “Excuse me, sir” as I (wo)manhandled him into different positions, the same way I sometimes catch myself saying “Please” and “Thank you” to Siri. (You can take the girl out of Canada, but…)

The Mark doll is lifelike but not exactly life-sized; even accounting for its lack of a head/arms/legs, it’s still proportionately maybe two-thirds the size of your average dude. It’s 23.5″ tall, from its cut-off neck to the bottom of its cut-off thighs. But I would say that the doll’s most impactful measurement is actually its weight, because hoo boy is this thing ever heavy (33.7 lbs). To be fair, I have a chronic illness that impacts muscle strength, and I’m also just an out-of-shape weakling, but weight is a frequent complaint about sex dolls in general, even for people with actual muscle. These dolls do require a certain amount of heft so they can stay anchored in place when you’re fucking them/riding them – and they do that very well! – but I found it challenging to move the doll around at all. In fact, after coming, I was so tired that I barely managed to shove the doll over in bed so I could fall asleep beside him (and yes, it was a bit of a jump-scare waking up next to a headless man the next morning).

The Mark comes with a storage case, which has straps to make it easier to carry around – nice touch! There’s even a zippered pocket on the outside which is very roomy – you could easily fit a Magic Wand Rechargeable, big dildo, and full-size bottle of lube in there, no problem, with room left over for condoms or cock rings or whatever else you’re bringing to the hypothetical sex doll orgy you’re apparently jetsetting to in this scenario.

Except for its metal frame structure, the entire doll is made of TPE (thermoplastic elastomer), which has some big pros and some big cons that I’ll get into below. This doll costs $400 USD or $500 CAD. In addition to its lovely dick, it also has a fuckable ass with a textured interior; the doll comes with a moisture-absorbing stick to help speed up the drying process after you wash his butt out (what a phrase!), but as mentioned, I don’t have a dick with which to penetrate this thing, so I didn’t test out its butt beyond giving it a little slap or two, ’cause, y’know, when in Rome…

Too real, man

I’d never personally unboxed a torso before. I’d seen other people unbox them, in videos and on FaceTime calls, but it’s an odd experience to actually do it yourself. I was laughing, cringing and squealing as I lifted Mark out of the little styrofoam bed he came in – because he looked and felt somehow both very real and not real at all.

Certainly his physique doesn’t resemble many that I’ve seen in the wild, but the texture and appearance of his skin is quite lifelike, if a bit unnaturally cold to the touch. (Just imagine you’re fucking one of the Twilight vampires, it’s fine.) One nice thing about TPE is that it can indeed feel impressively skin-like on the surface – but this TPE formulation feels oddly soft for this particular application. Truly not trying to body-shame here, only to doll-shame, but in my limited experience touching super-muscly bodies like Mark‘s, they are quite a bit firmer than this. It’s especially strange in the chest region; I’m used to being able to leverage some of my weight against someone’s chest as I ride them, but my fist sinks into Mark like memory foam, which was a tad bit unsettling mid-bang.

But overall, it was an interesting experience for me psychologically to get my hands all over this doll, objectifying him, flipping him over, touching his junk, etc. It made me really aware of how inhibited I feel when touching human partners – there’s the constant anxiety, however low-level, that I might do a bad job, hurt them somehow, or look like I don’t know what I’m doing. I didn’t have to worry about any of that with the doll, so I was able to follow my in-the-moment desires without hesitation, tweaking a nipple here, smacking some balls there, running a palm along Mark‘s rubbery six-pack, and just basically being an unabashed perv. This ultra-toned body type isn’t what I’m usually drawn to – if Tantaly ever makes a sex doll with a lanky nerd bod or a cuddly dad bod, I’m so there – but I enjoyed the way it encouraged me to foreground my desires and my “female gaze,” like a Magic Mike movie.

Does yr girl know how to shoot a cock portrait or what?

Cock ‘n’ balls

Shout-out to those of you who scrolled down to this section immediately; I see you 😉

As you might imagine, this doll’s dick is spectacular, at least visually. (My wife didn’t think so, though; she took one look at it and immediately said, “What a weird dick! And the rest of him just looks like a woman!” – which I hadn’t really considered, but I guess Mark‘s pecs, nipples, and hourglassy shape have a certain Greek-statue-esque androgyny to them that probably makes this an especially suitable doll for me, a noted bisexual…)

But let’s get down to brass tacks: cock measurements. The insertable length is slightly over 6″, while its widest circumference is 5.75″, which works out to a diameter of about 1.8″. (And yes, I reflexively apologized to him out loud as I held a tape measure to his dick.)

Tantaly has done something similar here to what companies like Vixen Creations and Tantus do with dual-density silicone: this cock has a firm core, with a squishier outer layer on top, to create a realistically boner-like feeling. But in Mark‘s case, the firm core is part of the doll’s metal frame structure, and the outer layer is the same soft TPE that the rest of the doll is made out of.

And therein lies the rub (and tug): TPE is not the right material for this dick (or for any dick, frankly). It should be made out of silicone instead (like that of the Tantaly Mark Pro doll, of which more below). TPE is porous, meaning it clings onto some amount of bacteria no matter how well you wash it. So, while I really enjoyed sucking Mark’s cock for a while (after taking a damp washcloth to it, to wipe away any bitter chemicals remaining from the production process), I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing so anymore after he’d been used a few times, because the thought of the bacteria would gross me out. I likewise wouldn’t be able to sanitize his dick if, for instance, I wanted to use it anally and then vaginally, or wanted to share it with a partner I’m not fluid-bonded with, or wanted to avoid re-infecting myself after a bout of BV. I could put a new condom on it every time, sure, but it’d be annoying to have to do that, especially with such an expensive toy.

There’s another reason I wish Mark’s dick wasn’t made of TPE: it’s too soft! Now, look, this is a body-positive blog, and I certainly don’t mean to boner-shame… but in real life, if someone is having erectile difficulties, we can just switch to activities that don’t require a hard-on. This doll has no such capacity – he has no tongue, no fingers, no purple vibrating strap-on – and so, let’s face it, his dick is what he brings to the table. As such, it surprised me that his cock is so soft and squishy that it’s actually difficult to get it inside me, in a way that reminds me of that old Rodney Dangerfield joke about “shooting pool with a rope.”

I also just… couldn’t feel his dick very strongly as I was riding it, despite its moderate size, A-spotty curve, and firm core. I wanted to feel well-and-truly fucked, but it felt more like my insides were being gently massaged – nice, sure, but not orgasmic. I ended up nudging the doll aside in bed so I could lie down and get myself off “the old-fashioned way,” i.e. with a dildo and vibe. (I have, of course, linked to the actual toys I actually used, because I know I would be curious about that if I was reading this!)

All hope is not lost, however: Tantaly also makes a doll called the Mark Pro, which comes with three differently-sized removable silicone penises (!!!), making it not only more hygienic but also more versatile. The jump in price between the Mark and Mark Pro is $90 USD, which buys you three nice silicone dildos and some peace of mind, at the very least, so I’d say it’s worth it!

Regarding my own doll’s all-TPE genitals, though, one upside is that his balls look and feel very realistic, in a way that I found hot and weirdly transfixing… probably because I have often been wary of hurting partners’ balls if I touch them too zealously, so it was a fun novelty to be able to slap some balls around without fear of causing pain or permanent damage.

Sir, this is a Wendy’s

Was it good for you?

“Cowgirl” position (i.e. me on top) was the only one that seemed practical for my purposes. Mark is too heavy for me to comfortably place him on top of me in a missionary-style position, I’m not flexible enough for many other positions, and the very idea of backing up onto a doll’s dick in doggie-style is giving me pre-emptive thigh cramps just thinking about it.

Cowgirl isn’t a position I tend to favor in my sex life, because I lack the strength in my knees and hips to really accomplish the up-and-down motion that people with penises tend to prefer. But I’m much more able to sustain a smaller range of motion that, were I to do it with a human, would probably be more for my own pleasure than theirs, rubbing the head of their dick back and forth over my A-spot in short strokes and maybe grinding my clit against their pubic bone at the same time. Naturally, though, with a sex doll I was able to fully prioritize my own pleasure without having to consider what might feel best for someone else, and it was fun to experiment with different ways to ride a cock. (If PETA wants to update the “ways to skin a cat” idiom, I nominate that as a contender.)

Although it was fun to center my own pleasure in the way I rode the insensate Mark, my arousal only really kicked into gear once I started imagining he could feel pleasure, could experience desire and arousal and frenzied lust. I fantasized that the doll awoke into sentience (let’s disregard its horrifying headlessness for the purposes of this scenario) and discovered, to its surprise, that a cute gal (hi) was riding its dick, and that this was intensely pleasurable. I’ve employed similar fantasies in toy-testing sessions before, usually imagining that a dildo I’m testing has become sentient and sensate – but Mark’s humanoid torso added significantly to this fantasy for me. It was like an adult version of Pinocchio’s “I’m a real boy” moment… Peen-occhio? Is that anything?

Ultimately though, I was not able to reach orgasm with Mark, even when I used an ol’ faithful clit vibe while riding him. His dick just didn’t feel hard enough to contribute meaningfully to my pleasure – which annoyed me, because you literally had one job, dude. If Mark was a Ken doll, his job would be dick. But I’m not sure he’s a great fit for the position.

Nonetheless: Man oh man, I had so much fun testing out the Tantaly Mark. It’s definitely the most humanoid product I’ve ever reviewed in my 13+ years in this industry, and it was fascinating to observe how that affected my arousal, my fantasies, and even the way I addressed the doll in my own mind (he/it pronouns, baybee!).

I think a lot of people would really enjoy this doll, especially if they plan on making use of his ass in ways that I could not, so as to get their full money’s worth. As for me, call me shallow, but the dick was all I cared about – and it just wasn’t firm enough to give me the ramming I wanted, plus it’s made of a porous material. [sad trombone]

The Mark Pro is a really cool product, though, because it’s Mark with a dick you can detach and sanitize as needed. I haven’t felt its dick(s) myself, so I don’t know how the firmness compares to the TPE version – but if it was firmer, I think I’d have a much easier time coming all over it. And just think: If I found myself saying “Sorry” and “Excuse me” while just moving him around, I wonder what I’d say to him in the throes of an orgasm…

 

This post was sponsored, meaning I was paid to write a fair and honest review of the product. As always, all writing and opinions are my own.