10 Journal Entries from 2025 on Sex, Love, Improv Crushes, & ChatGPT

Journals from 2025! As ever, my faves are large hardcover ruled Moleskine notebooks, which I’ve been using since 2007 (!!).

Yep, I’m doing a Girly Juice throwback post and sharing 10 of my actual journal entries from my actual journals this year… Here’s some juicy stuff about my sex life, love life, romantic philosophies, creative adventures, etc. in 2025!

March 11th

One of the ways I know these [musical improv] classes actually WORK is that I literally didn’t feel nervous at all for the entire show tonight. At no point was I less than certain that I could make something up in the moment. That’s so fucking crazy, considering that I was pretty damn nervous for my first beginner CLASS, let alone the showcase. I felt in control tonight. I felt like there was time to think of what I wanted to sing next and how to sing it. Whatever neural re-wiring happens when you start to practice improv regularly, it literally changes the way you experience the passage of time.

The things giving me the most joy and comfort in these bleak times all have to do with creativity and connection. Part of me still doubts as to whether I “deserve” to or “should” spend time, energy and money on these classes. But they feel like church and the gym and high school and university all rolled into one; they feel like where I go to be my bravest, best, most open self; they feel like a direct pipeline into connection, fun and laughter with people who somehow just understand me, despite barely knowing me, because we share this passionate, goofy interest in making up songs together on stage.

May 3rd

In any case, this feels notable: When I think about what I would do if I found out that I had [a terminal disease], the things that immediately come to mind are that I would sign up for as many musical improv classes/troupes as possible (and probably even some non-musical ones) and I would tell all my crushes that I think they’re cute, because WHO CARES.

I would also want to organize a concert where I could play all my favorite songs of mine and/or have my loved ones cover songs of mine. I would dress weird every day, unless I didn’t feel like it. I would go see comedy and theatre and live music any nights I was free. I would haunt Civil Liberties (…meant that in the alive-haunt way, but also it would be fun to dead-haunt Civ Lib too). Might give some money to Rosedale if I had any. Or for CB Pro scholarships. And I’d kiss as many cuties as I felt like (with their consent, of course) and masturbate and have sex up until I couldn’t anymore, and still try to find pleasures even after that. Cura te libitum; memento mori. Both.

May 17th

…Anyway, idk idk idk, but it kinda seems like my improv crushes might be into me, which is CRAZY. It really speaks to the way that this art form makes me into my best self. I remember the wild sense of transformation around grade 10-11 when Rosedale helped me come out of my shell in a big way, and how it suddenly seemed that everyone and their mother was attracted to me and was secretly confessing their limerence via Honesty Box or broadcasting it with their big gushy eyes. It was not just that so many people were into me, but that I could see/tell and usually even BELIEVE they were into me. I was so regularly and deeply in touch with the best and most attractive aspects of my me-ness (not to be confused with “penis”) that it seemed plausible that folks could like me. I liked myself. Hell, I finally WAS myself, period, and not an amalgamation of all the shy-meek-sweet-good-girl things I had terrifiedly striven to be until then.

I feel similarly now, like I have rediscovered the parts of myself I like most and am wearing those parts on the surface of my skin every day like glitter body paint. It’s interesting that so much of improv training is about learning to “get out of your own way” mentally – which I largely take to mean, reduce your anxiety/self-criticism/self-censorship to a point that your improv flows directly from your weird brain and is thus more organic and just better overall – and I am feeling similarly about my own attractiveness-or-lack-thereof lately, in that I actually MAKE myself less hot and more invisible when I let myself act like an anxious shy little kid in the corner – whereas, even though I have the same face and body (well, more or less) as the times when I act more confident and gregarious, people respond to me TOTALLY differently in those two states.

I used to think it was like, if maybe 20% of the population would find me attractive based on my looks alone, then maybe another 5-10% might start to find me attractive as they got to know my personality. But I think it’s significantly more than that, actually, especially the older we get. Conventional physical hotness fades, and also it just isn’t enduringly interesting (at least not to me). I want to know if we can make each other laugh until 3 a.m.

May 30th

Kind of beautiful to show up in a new setting as the best, brightest, most new-and-improved version of yourself, and to get to be witnessed and noticed and liked by someone who is similarly in their newest and most exciting form yet, and you see each other the way you each most yearn to be seen, which just adds to the eroticism and safety of the connection, and you’re both obsessed with and committed to this shared crazy art form which cleansed you both alive again from the inside out, and the wonderment and gratitude you both carry about that still burns within you and sometimes gets messily (but not inaccurately) aimed at each other, and you are exploring a body that’s new to you from WITHIN a body that’s new to you, and you are still learning to pilot a brain drunk on dopamine fumes, and you carry middle school like concrete in your bones and high school like glitter in your blood, and you know how you used to kiss and you know how you want to kiss now, and you know how you used to fuck and you think you know how you want to fuck now, and having a crush in your improv class is like finding a diamond tiara mixed into your lottery winnings: you quite literally cannot believe your luck, and you didn’t know this was a possibility, because why dream of delights beyond those that already saved your life?

Incase you were wondering, my current favorite pens for journaling are Pilot Precise V7 rollerballs and Beiwo 0.5mm gel pens.

October 8th

Strange to fly away from Toronto feeling sad to be away from improv friends and my mom for 10 days, as if that were my “real” life, only to be welcomed open-armed by New York City once again… [Most] pressingly to me currently is the date I went on last night with the person I refer to by the moniker “hot they/them Q___” when talking to mb about them. They are this devastatingly hot nonbinary heartthrob from L.A. who is a long-time listener of The Dildorks and a big D&D nerd… They were wearing a red velvet/corduroy blazer that they’d just gotten recently for a friend’s wedding, and I was in a red dress (also incidentally bought for a wedding), so we matched, which I remarked on: “We look cute together!”

We had good conversations for hours, about all kinds of nerdy shit – Mel Brooks, the Adventure Zone, comics, musical improv, etc. They were touching my leg a lot under the table (and earlier at the bar, stepping closer to me every so often) and I suspected it was starting to make me wet – which honestly has been hard for me lately… [Some experiences] had made me feel so enduringly “meh” about the prospect of sex with anyone other than mb. It just didn’t seem appealing/exciting/like it would be any good. But this self-described dom and top (as per when they filled out my Date Me form about a year ago) was touching me under the table and it was turning me on.

Eventually I asked if we should find somewhere to go make out… [Then, outside on the sidewalk] they suddenly stopped, shoved me against a wall, and kissed me right there. Once again, I felt myself getting so turned on. It really is strange how much self-doubt/impostor syndrome I still feel about being a bottomy submissive, as if it’s a fake identity that just disguises fundamental sexual selfishness/laziness or something, but it is laughably obvious how submissive I am when the ways doms kiss me, touch me and talk to me make me so goddamn wet.

Anyway, they were a really good kisser. Like I was moaning and melting and sighing and starting to drop into subspace already… [Later they fingered me and] they gave me a lot of pleasure and made me feel a lot of things… Then they sucked their fingers clean and said, re: my flavor, “I’ve been wondering about that for a while,” which made me blush harder than I’ve blushed on any date in a long time. I asked them if they’d maybe wanna leave a mark on me, which is like… pretty damn romantic, from my perspective. They said they would’ve liked to bite my ass, but in the position and location we were in, it was easier for them to just bite my neck where it meets the shoulder, one of my favorite spots. (OMG, I am getting wet as I’m writing this!! Yikes!) They gave me a mark that I love, a wine-dark hickey right in the spot where my bag strap sits, so I was reminded of them for much of today.

Then they walked me to the subway, holding my hand for some of that time and guiding me with their hand around my waist for some of it, as I teetered in and out of subspace. I felt really taken care of and safe. Never once did I get that cold stab of adrenaline like “Oh god, I’m in a compromised state, alone, with a stranger.” I just wanted to stay longer, to keep kissing them, but I was getting tired. So eventually we just made out in front of the subway like horny teenagers. It was really kind of wild. It is so rare that I feel this kind of attraction for someone these days. And it wasn’t just sexual but romantic too. I felt close to them and it felt safe to open up and let my walls down, which has been so hard for me lately. I felt nervous and starry-eyed on the subway home, and the whole next day, feeling (as I sometimes do after an important first time with a new person) that somehow my body was all new, renewed, remade afresh by the experience. Like my own body felt unfamiliar to me because it had been transformed by the way they touched it, the way they wanted it. Oh god. I might be in trouble, huh.

October 9th

Oh hi, it’s me again, the pain slut who gets fingered on park benches. I am crush-brain garbage today and yesterday, meaning I felt hassled and haunted by my own intrusive romantic fantasies. It’s tough sometimes being both a chronic romanticizer who aims to find delight wherever and whenever possible, and a pragmatic bitch with a kintsugi‘ed heart who believes it’s a dumb waste of time to fixate on, as one random example, a nerdy nonbinary heartthrob who lives across a continent from me.

I mean, both can be true. It can be dumb and potentially painful while also being fun and worth doing, like drinking too hard on a school night at your buddy’s going-away party, or dancing for 3 hours at a wedding even though you have fibromyalgia. There is no “right way” that things are “supposed” to go. I can have a big dumb long-distance crush if I want to, dammit!

November 26th

Me: Just really wanting you to leave so many painful marks all over me and fuck the shit out of me but in a romantic n cute way, ya know
Them: Oh absolutely. brutally but romantically
Me: I want that so bad 🙁
Them: Meeeee toooo

Thinking a lot lately about what “romantic sex” even is to me, because it sure ain’t vanilla missionary in the dark or what [my dommy ex-boyfriend] F___ referred to as “slow stuff & eye-looking,” and yet some of that stuff is at least somewhat appealing with the right person…

I think to me, romantic sex is sex where you both bare some of your soul by pursuing and reacting to the things you authentically desire with each other… sex where you feel absorbed/immersed in sensation and connection and it gets you out of your own head and into someone else’s… sex where you feel strong sensations both physically and emotionally and it feels safe and celebrated for you to feel those feelings… sex where you feel able to truly be yourself (or at least a significant part of yourself), and you know you are not judged or disliked for that but in fact desired for it… sex where your partner seems focused on your pleasure not just because they find it hot but also because they think you deserve a more pleasurable existence because of who you are as a human being… sex where trust acts as an aphrodisiac… sex where effort is a currency of caring… sex where you are both on the same page about what it means and what it feels like… sex without the need to censor yourself, your desires, or your reactions… sex that feels deeply informed by the non-sexual knowledge you have about each other… sex that feels like a shared playspace where your souls can touch and merge for a time… sex that encourages play, fun, and getting what you really, really want… sex that feels like a great conversation… sex that helps you remember you deserve pleasure and are hot… sex that is intentionally scheduled, skilfully practiced, and consistently prioritized… sex that scares you a little with the heights it takes you to… sex that leaves you wanting to say “I love you” when the pleasure overflows out your mouth.

Gotta put stickers on the back covers too! My favorite one here is the Pokémon-inspired one from Namesake.

December 9th

I put up a carefully crafted but admittedly lengthy personal ad on the [redacted] subreddit, honestly probably because all these sweet polite shy Canadian monogamous boys are making me feel frustrated, lol. I think I got about 20 responses, with maybe 5-8 being so short/low-effort that I deleted them immediately, 4-5 being decent but not compatible with me in some key way (e.g. they’re not dominant, or they really want me to sit on their face – I am seeking the pillow princess treatment in this case!), 3-5 being good enough that I’d consider messaging back (and I did message some back)… and the remainder were very obviously ChatGPT-generated, at least partially if not in full.

What is UP with men and outsourcing delicate, intimate human connection to a fucking LLM! It makes me blindingly angry! Part of me feels compassion for their struggle, especially the neurodivergent ones, because men really don’t have social skills drilled into them from birth in the same ways… I would understand if they wanted to consult the robot for advice on how to approach a particular piece of tricky communiqué (and I have even done that myself before), but to copy-&-paste the hollow words of a text generator into your texting app and hit ‘send’… I don’t know how they live with themselves. If you’re that desperate to avoid human connection, why are you nonetheless play-acting at pursuing it?

Some women would vehemently argue that the reason is simple: men only want sex from women, and will do everything they can think of in service of that goal, including lying, misrepresenting themselves, and even stupider shit like expecting women to be too dumb to notice these men are not nearly as articulate or sensitive IRL as they are in their suspiciously verbose messages. I don’t think I believe that the average man is that simple-minded and singularly focused, however. I am of the controversial opinion that men have feelings, longings, and needs in relationships which go beyond the sexual, and that sex is often at least partially the outlet and analogue for their deeper emotional desire for connection and closeness. But one also wonders why these men are constantly shooting themselves in the foot by refusing to learn basic conversational skills and lazily allowing a famously shitty robot to pick up their slack, which it doesn’t do believably or well.

December 15th

I’m low-key disappointed that I probably won’t get to make out with any of my comedy crushes before I leave, because it’s honestly a demisexual’s wet dream to suddenly/finally get sexual with someone you’ve done one zillion improv shows with. Like, I’m hard-pressed to come up with something I’d find hotter and more exciting, both emotionally and sexually. They’ve seen your most embarrassing blunders and your most thunderous successes. They’ve co-created silly art with you night after night, both contributing in total earnestness to this shared ship we all sail together. They’ve seen you when you get dolled up and when you’re just bumming around. They know what makes you laugh and maybe even what makes you scream. They still like you even though they’ve seen you laugh so hard you snort.

To then add the layer on top of that that they additionally want to kiss you, that they have indeed broached that line despite it being unprecedented in your connection, despite the fear that you’ll mess up this thing you really value… It’s just such a sexy proposition to me. There haven’t been many times in my life when someone kissed me for the first time AFTER they already knew me decently well, knew me enough to know they really liked me and wanted me, specifically me. It’s such a hot and validating thought.

And it doesn’t hurt that I’m sure some anxiety and dissociation would be prevented by doing these things with someone you already feel safe with, someone you can relax around, someone your body has a lot of practice feeling relaxed around. I wonder if the kissing would accordingly feel different temporally, in the way that improv scenes seem to give you more time to think of your next line the more that you practice, because your bloodstream is no longer pumping with breakneck adrenaline every time you step on stage. Would kissing T___ or C___ have a certain naturalistic slowness to it, unlike the frantic and forgettable nervous-AF kisses I’ve had on first dates etc.? Would I have time and space, mentally, to marvel at who I was kissing – perhaps even to smile and laugh about it together? Would that laughter be sexy in its own way because it’s an expression of intimacy, of both being simultaneously shocked and delighted by the same thing, almost like the intimacy of watching (or doing) a great improv scene together?

December 20th

Current baseline requirements for a romantic partner:

  • Treats me well and respectfully, always.
  • We make each other laugh a lot.
  • Asks me questions, is intrinsically curious about me, and inspires that same type of curiosity in me. Can carry a conversation.
  • Feminist, leftist, vehemently pro-LGBTQ+ rights.
  • Kinky, communicative about sex, into a lot of the same things I’m into, entirely chill about sex toys and period sex and sometimes having non-penetrative sex.
  • Nerdy and enthusiastic.
  • A good flirt. Makes me feel liked and desired.
  • We share an undeniable mutual attraction on every level that matters to us.
  • Good manners, good hygiene, basic life skills.
  • Smart enough to keep up with me.
  • Polyamory-competent, emotionally intelligent, and in therapy if they need to be.
  • Entirely chill about my line of work, including being written/talked about publicly (anonymized is fine).
  • Creative-minded and interested in the arts.

Part of me thinks these requirements are too stringent. Another part of me thinks they’re not stringent enough.

The Best Sex Toys of 2025

Yep, it’s that time again… I’m gonna tell you about my favorite sex toys of the year!

2025 has been a total shitshow politically, and was one of the most challenging (and yet also most joyful) years I have personally lived through, what with moving to New York, throwing myself back into improv, getting painfully rejected by a crush, and starting a new long-distance relationship. (Damn, did that all really happen in just one year?!)

But despite all the ups and downs of the year, one thing remained true: My sex toys were always there for me. It’s always calming to know that no matter how many cuties break my heart, and no matter how many fascists try to break my spirit, I can still enjoy the simple pleasures of a tool-assisted wank, and the positive neurochemical effects of an orgasm or three.

So, without further ado, here are the sex toys I adored most in 2025…

Most photos via the toys’ respective manufacturers; some via me

Old favorites

They may not be new, or flashy, or exciting (though some of them are!), but here are the top-drawer faves that I’ve owned longer than a year and still use regularly:

 

My favorite new toys of the year

I’ll be honest with you: There weren’t many new toys I liked enough this year to put on this list! Only a handful, really, but I still think they’re worth shouting out. Here are my picks…

#5: Valm 8-inch realistic dildo ($110 at Valm)

This is just a big ol’ realistic dick. And as regular readers of this blog know, I am a fan of dick!

As a colorful femme who eschews neutral shades, I always prefer a bright-‘n’-bold shade over skin tones, so I was thrilled that Valm custom-made this dildo for me in a delicious orange-to-fuchsia ombré. In use, the toy strikes a satisfying balance between firmness and softness, and its measurements are perfect for when I get into a size-queen-y mood. Big recommend (literally)!

Image via Peepshow

#4: Solina Aura ($50 at Peepshow)

Another silicone dick? Yep. What can I say; I know what I like!

I find this one a little easier to thrust with than some of the previous Solina dildos I’ve tried, because the Aura’s balls and suction-cup base act as a handle. Its 6.1″ of insertable length is ideal for hitting my A-spot. This dildo is also modeled after ‘uncut’ cocks, which I appreciate, as someone who has enjoyed both circumcised and uncircumcised penises in my sexual history but has rarely seen the latter represented in the sex toy industry!

L to R: Lush Mini, Lush 4, and Lush 3

#3: Lovense Lush 4 / Lush Mini ($129 and $129 at SheVibe, respectively)

I once again did a lot of long-distance play this year, and Lovense toys made it more intuitive and connective than ever.

The difference between these two vibes is their size; I find the Lush Mini easier to insert without necessarily being wet/aroused already, while the Lush 4 feels slightly more satisfying during orgasm. These wonderfully rumbly G-spot vibes can almost feel like a partner is fingering me, when controlled by someone with skill and patience!

#2: Lelo Switch ($200 at Lovehoney)

Before I compliment this toy, I gotta roast it. The Switch is a perfect example of why Lelo’s reputation has gone downhill: the Switch is overpriced, and boasts some gimmicky features that never quite work the way you want them to. In this case, they’ve made a mini wand vibrator that has two motors – one in the head of the wand (as you’d expect) and one in the handle, which can be used as a G-spot vibrator when you flip the toy around.

I didn’t like dual-ended toys when Tantus tried it back in 2014 and I still don’t like them now, for the same basic reason as back then: when you’re continually switching back and forth between the toy’s two ends (as the Switch’s name encourages you to do), you end up getting lube and/or bodily fluids all over your hands. I guess some people might be into that, but for me it’s a bit of a sensory nightmare.

That being said… This is a strong, rumbly, waterproof, and very quiet wand with a wide range of vibration settings. It’s also visually stunning, as Lelo toys often are. And it seems to have fewer mechanical issues than Lelo’s previous attempt in this category, the Smart Wand. It’s one of the better things Lelo has put out in years, which admittedly isn’t saying much – and yet, it has definitely earned its 2nd-place spot on this list with the amount of orgasms it’s given me.

#1: Magic Wand Waterproof ($190 at Peepshow)

I mean, let’s face it: nothing was ever gonna top this one. The launch of the long-awaited Magic Wand Waterproof was the most exciting news in the sex toy industry all year, if you ask me. (And yeah, I might be slightly biased, given that I spent a year of my life interviewing people about the Magic Wand and creating a podcast miniseries about it, but I still think I’m right!)

As if it wasn’t astonishing enough that they managed to engineer a waterproof version of this decades-old classic, Vibratex also gave this toy more power than any of their previous wands, making this the strongest rechargeable/non-electric wand I’ve ever tried. It actually ended up being a little too strong for me, so I still reach for my Magic Wand Rechargeable more often – but I’m soooo glad the Waterproof exists, especially for those of you who like your vibes jackhammer-strong.

 

What were your favorite sex toys this year, dear readers? Feel free to let me know in the comments!

Review: VVD RiderGo G-spot fingering vibrator

I’ve been really into having my G-spot fingered lately. Usually I prefer deeper penetration, but my G-spot received a lot of attention toward the end of a lascivious first date recently, and so that type of stimulation has been on my mind: the way it makes me gasp and twitch, the balance it strikes between “a little too much” and “yes please more,” and its tendency to make me squirt. G-spot play has a lot to recommend it!

I was intrigued, then, to receive an email from VVD – makers of the Vkini vibrating bra and the Rider Desire sex saddle, both of which I’ve previously reviewed and enjoyed – offering me their new vibrator, which is designed to mimic G-spot fingering. It’s called the RiderGo.

What is the VVD RiderGo vibrator?

VVD’s flagship product is their Rider Desire sex saddle, a rideable toy in the vein of something like a Sybian or Cowgirl, only a whole lot smaller, lighter, and cheaper than those plug-in behemoths of yore. Like many vibes of its type, the Rider Desire came with a few different interchangeable attachments, each with a slightly differing shape and function.

However, as I noted in my Rider Desire review, rideable vibrators are sometimes too bulky, heavy, and awkward to be practical, especially for those of us whose bodies have limitations – which is why it’s so neat that VVD has since launched the RiderGo, a handheld toy that uses the same magnetic attachment system as the Rider Desire.

If you’ve got both toys (which are conveniently sold as a bundle), you can use any/all of the attachments on either the handheld RiderGo base unit, or the rideable Rider Desire base unit, depending on whether you’re in the mood to hold the toy yourself or hump it hands-free. How versatile!

Interestingly, the RiderGo isn’t just a handle for attachments – it comes with its own attachment, the tip of which strokes up and down like a partner massaging your G-spot with their fingers. Its base unit also features a clitoral vibrator – so, in effect, the RiderGo is a rabbit vibrator that features the rare ability to swap out the vaginal arm for other attachments (not included), should you so choose.

Things I like about the VVD RiderGo vibrator:

  • Powerful stroking: This toy’s fingering-esque G-spot stroking function is genuinely great. The tip of the shaft moves up and down quickly in a manner that really does resemble strong human fingers. It doesn’t weaken or slow down under pressure at all, even when I squeeze my vag muscles as hard as I can – this is extremely rare among sex toys of this type! If you like having your G-spot fingered fast and firm, you should consider this toy.
  • Independently controllable functions: The finger-like stroking is controlled using a separate button from the clitoral vibration, so you can stick to using one or the other if you want. If you remove the attachment altogether, you can even use the base unit as a standalone clitoral vibrator, which is useful when you’re still getting turned on and aren’t ready for penetration yet.
  • Versatile clit stimulator: The RiderGo’s clitoral arm is highly flexible/bendy, so it moves with you when you thrust the toy, maintaining clitoral contact the whole time (yay!!). I also appreciate that it has a tongue-like protrusion which feels great on my clitoral hood and actually stays there instead of sliding around uncomfortably, because my clit’s really sensitive and prefers indirect stimulation.
  • Stimulates clit even without vibration: While we’re talking about clit stim – if I turn on this toy’s thrusting function but leave its vibration off, it stimulates my clit nonetheless, because the thrusting motion rubs the toy’s external arm against my clit on each thrust. It’s not enough to get me off, but it certainly gets me turned on/warmed up, which makes the ensuing vibration feel better.
  • Handle design: The looped handle is a great design choice for a thrusting toy, because these toys tend to wriggle their way out of your vag unless anchored in place somehow; I usually put a pillow between my legs for this purpose, but with this toy, I can just thread one finger through the handle’s loop and it takes very little hand strength for me to keep the toy stationary while it thrusts. A thoughtful touch!
  • Modular: It really is pretty cool that you can swap out this attachment for the ones that come with the Rider Desire for some additional variety… although, of course, not everyone will be able to afford both toys.
  • USB-C charging: I’m seeing more and more sex toy companies adopt USB-C for their products, and I’m always glad when they do, because it means one less cable to pack when I travel.
  • Waterproof: It’s IPX7 waterproof, meaning you can wash it in the sink or use it in the bath or shower without fear of ruining it.
  • Price: $79 is a decent price for a powerful, rechargeable dual-stim vibe that mechanically strokes your G-spot, but it’s an even better deal if you bundle it with the Rider Desire and use my coupon code (KateS) to get 12% off: the whole shebang comes out to $290 and they’ll even throw in a bottle of water-based lube for ya.

Things I don’t like about the VVD RiderGo vibrator:

  • Buzzy vibrations: I wish these clitoral vibrations were rumblier. As-is, they’re powerful enough to get me off – often enjoyably! – but just buzzy enough that I noticeably lose some clitoral sensitivity by the end of a session, resulting in weaker (albeit reliable/easy) orgasms.
  • Too few speeds, too close together: The RiderGo’s vibration and stroking functions both only have three steady speeds followed by a handful of patterns. IMO this is not enough steady speeds, especially since there’s not much variation between those three speeds, so I often don’t get the noticeable, immediate boost in arousal/stimulation I am used to getting when I turn a toy’s speed up.
  • Too straight: Despite VVD’s insistence that a gentle 15° curve is ideal for hitting the G-spot, I actually find that this toy’s shaft is too straight to consistently hit mine. It’s more of a teasing massage of the general area than a targeted G-spot onslaught. I wish there was enough shaft length for me to be able to slide this toy into my A-spot instead, because its shape is much better suited to that.
  • Loud: As with many toys that thrust or stroke in this manner, the RiderGo makes a fairly loud mechanical sound in use. That being said, the clitoral vibration is comparatively quiet; it’s only the G-spot “fingering” that’s loud.
  • Short battery life: The RiderGo’s battery only lasts about 45 minutes on a 90-minute charge, which is not ideal. I don’t like feeling rushed!
  • Ill-considered power button: Unusually for a sex toy, the RiderGo can be turned on or off by short-pressing its power button, not long-pressing (which does nothing). I accidentally turned the toy off a few times during testing by mistakenly hitting the power button while trying to change settings.
  • Not anal-safe: While the magnet that affixes the attachment to the base unit is pretty strong, I think there’s a chance the attachment could pop off inside you, so I wouldn’t recommend this toy for anal play.

Final thoughts

Even if the VVD RiderGo was just a rabbit vibe, as it appears to be, it would be plenty impressive. Its G-spot strokes are intense and unrelenting, its clitoral vibrations are strong (albeit somewhat buzzy), and its silicone and ABS plastic construction is high-quality.

But it’s not just a rabbit vibe – its shaft can be swapped out modularly for other attachments sold with VVD’s Sybian-esque Rider Desire, offering you extra versatility down the road. I find the RiderGo’s buzzy vibrations, high noise level, undervaried settings, and barely-curved shaft a bit disappointing, so this isn’t destined to be my favorite vibe – but even so, it was able to get me off reliably when I tested it, which speaks to the sheer power of its G-spot stroking. I think plenty of rabbit-vibe connoisseurs would really dig the RiderGo.

Oh, and I have some deals to share with my readers, courtesy of VVD! You can get the RiderGo, the Rider Desire, or a bundle of the two for a reduced price: my discount code KateS gets you 12% off, site-wide.

 

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.

My Ultimate Sex Nerd Reading List

You might expect a long-time sex toy reviewer to get asked about her favorite toys all the time – and I do! – but I also get asked surprisingly often about what books I recommend. I’ve been a lifelong devout sex nerd, and these are the books I most often recommend to people – at least, so far! Life is long, and there’s always more books to devour 🤩

 

Sex advice/technique

  • Come As You Are by Emily Nagoski is an absolute classic in the sex-nerd canon. Read it if you’ve ever struggled to understand your libido (or lack thereof), or if your relationship is suffering from a libido mismatch. It’s the original source text for numerous concepts I reference all the time, like “responsive desire” vs. “spontaneous desire,” and “sexual brakes” vs. “sexual accelerator.”
  • Nagoski’s newer book Come Together is also fantastic, and goes into more detail on science-backed ways to maintain a sexual spark in a long-term relationship.
  • Girl Sex 101 by Allison Moon is a delightful guide to having sex with women (both cis and trans), for anyone who plans on doing that. It might also help you understand your body/sexuality better if you are a woman.
  • Sexting by Tina Horn is indeed a wonderful guide to sexting, but also contains great advice for anyone who wants to become a better sexual communicator in general.
  • Becoming Cliterate by Dr. Laurie Mintz is a good introduction to the orgasm gap and the importance of clitoral stimulation.
  • She Comes First by Ian Kerner is generally considered the best cunnilingus guide.
  • Juice by Stephanie Haerdle is the best book about the history and politics squirting, while Female Ejaculation & the G-Spot by Deborah Sundahl is the best instructional book on squirting.

 

Dating, flirting, & hooking up

  • Getting It by Allison Moon is a guide to casual sex, covering a wide range of skills, from broaching the STI testing conversation to asking for what you want in bed to ending things gracefully when you catch feels for your FWB. Cool to see a book that focuses more on the emotional/mental aspects of sex than the physical aspects.
  • The Offline Dating Method by Camille Virginia is a cute and fun (albeit quite hetero) guide to meeting potential partners IRL while out and about, and starting + sustaining conversations with strangers.

 

Love & relationships

  • Mating in Captivity by Esther Perel is a couples’ therapist’s guide to maintaining a good balance of safety vs. adventure in your relationship, which Perel convincingly argues is the key to keeping sexual desire alive in the long-term. Perel’s other book The State of Affairs is a good read if you’re seeking to understand (and ideally avoid) infidelity in monogamous or non-monogamous partnerships.
  • Love in a F*cked-Up World by Dean Spade is a great book on relationships in general – romantic ones as well as platonic, familial and communal ones. An especially good read for leftists who have butted heads with other leftists over interpersonal issues and would rather refocus on what matters most: love, connection, compassion, and liberation.
  • Why We Love by Helen Fisher is an informative read on the psychology of romantic love. I have some issues with it (mainly, it’s very mono-normative and uses flimsy evidence to support some of its points), but it’s a good primer on how romantic love works in the brain.
  • The Monster Under the Bed by JoEllen Notte is an amazing book on sex & depression – it covers how to keep your sex life strong despite the challenges of depression, how to adjust to the libido-dampening effects of certain antidepressants, and how to develop more compassion for yourself, among other things.

 

Polyamory & non-monogamy

  • Polysecure and Polywise by Jessica Fern are the two polyamory books I recommend most often. They’re about finding emotional security in polyamorous relationships, and offer actionable strategies for individuals, couples, and polycules to build more resilience and trust in their connections.
  • Building Open Relationships by Dr. Liz Powell covers some more advanced non-monogamy topics, like how to de-escalate a relationship, or how to handle grief in polyamorous relationships.

 

LGBTQIA+ identities & issues

  • 200 Words to Help You Talk About Sexuality & Gender is a book I wrote that defines 200 words from the sex & gender lexicon.
  • My New Gender Workbook by Kate Bornstein is what I always recommend to people who are like, “I think I might be trans and/or nonbinary – now what?!” It’ll help you understand your gender more deeply and decide what you want to do with that information.
  • The Tragedy of Heterosexuality by Jane Ward is a fascinating study of how straightness as a construct is pretty damaging, especially to straight people themselves. Definitely one of the books that has stayed with me most after reading it.
  • Ace by Angela Chen is a good book on asexuality: what it means, why it’s so misunderstood, how ace people can connect better with their identity & community, etc.

 

Kink & BDSM

 

Sex toys

 

Philosophy, politics, & culture

 

Silly stuff

 

What books would be on your must-read list for sex nerds?

An FAQ About the #1 Biggest Mistake Men Make on Dates with Women

POV: you’re on a date with me at the Relic Lobby Bar and hopefully asking me lots of great questions about myself (photo by mb)

Hey Kate, what’s the biggest mistake men make on dates with women?

Not asking anywhere near enough questions. Or, in many cases, not asking any questions at all.

Really? That’s the biggest mistake they could make? Worse than showing up without showering/brushing one’s teeth, yelling at a restaurant employee, or sexually coercing one’s date?

While these kinds of behaviors are obviously not ideal if you’re trying to impress someone (to say the least), they’re so egregious that it’s hard to think of them as “mistakes” so much as “behaviors you should’ve known would turn someone off, and it’s kind of weird if you didn’t know that.” If you struggle with any of the above behaviors, your issues are probably above my pay grade, although I wish you the best of luck addressing them ASAP.

Not asking questions on a date is often an actual mistake, though – in that a lot of people who do it seem to be unaware that they’re doing it, or unaware that it’s deeply rude and off-putting. This post is mostly for people like that. Hi; welcome!

Are you sure this is such a rampant problem? Surely some men ask questions on dates?!

Yes, obviously some men ask questions on dates. There are over 4 billion men on this planet; it would be pretty wild if they were all socially out-of-touch in this particular way.

However, it’s enough of a phenomenon that countless trend pieces have been written about it; here are some articles from MEL Magazine, Marie Claire, Bustle, and the Sydney Morning Herald on this issue. Anecdotally, my friend Girl on the Net has written many blog posts about abysmal dates with men who ask no questions – and it’s an issue I’ve observed myself on many dates with men.

But I’m a man and I do ask questions on dates!

Great! Keep it up. Hopefully one day a majority of men will do the same. (Perhaps you can help by sending this post to all your bros.)

This problem isn’t limited to men! Some people of other genders do it too!

Sure, that’s definitely true! However, there are specific sociocultural factors that lead men to do this far more often.

Studies overwhelmingly show that men talk more than women in mixed-gender conversations, and don’t listen as well when others talk. Some researchers in this field have attributed this to differences in rhetorical strategy: “men learn that it is important for them to assert status and to appear a leader,” while women communicate “to establish and maintain harmonious relationships with others.” (Some sociolinguists, like the late Princeton professor Deborah Tannen, think these imbalances have more to do with societal power structures than with anything inborn/biological.)

Okay, fine, let’s get into it. Why is it important to ask questions on dates?

I’m so glad you asked! There are a few key reasons to ask questions on dates…

  1. To communicate interest. Presumably, if you’re on a date with someone, it’s because you’re interested in them – but if you ask them zero questions, you’re going to seem entirely disinterested. Is that how you want to come across? If so, why are you on the date in the first place?
  2. To be more likeable & attractive. Studies show that “people who ask more questions, particularly follow-up questions, are better liked by their conversation partners.” And you want your date to like you, right?! People who ask questions are also “perceived as higher in responsiveness, an interpersonal construct that captures listening, understanding, validation, and care.” These are all great qualities that many people look for in potential partners.
  3. To demonstrate social sense & conversational skill. It’s just good manners to keep a conversation well-balanced, rather than expecting the other person to single-handedly carry the entire interaction. Not to mention, I’d never even consider continuing to date someone who hadn’t yet mastered the basics of conversation, as it’s an absolutely core skill in any relationship I’d want to be a part of, and I think many people feel the same.
  4. To assess compatibility, which is arguably the main point of going on a first or second date. As Girl on the Net points out in this fantastic blog post, asking questions on dates is a way of screening for things that matter to you in a relationship, so the two of you can decide if you’re a good fit and want to continue seeing each other. You can’t assess that without asking at least some questions.
  5. To establish intimacy & attraction. For many people, sexual attraction sparks at least partially from a sense of emotional intimacy – and it’s difficult to feel intimately connected with someone who knows nothing about you because they’ve asked you zero questions. It’s genuinely sexy to be asked interesting, astute questions about oneself, not only because it demonstrates social skill but also because intimacy is based on the mutual desire to know/understand each other more deeply.

What if I can’t think of anything to ask?

Well, first of all: Do you actually like the person you’re on a date with? Are you actually interested in them, curious about them, eager to get to know them better? If so, I’m sure there are some things you can think to ask them. What do you wonder about? Ask about that.

If you genuinely can’t think of anything that you want to ask the person sitting across from you on a date, either you’re just not that into them (which is fine, but you shouldn’t go on more dates with them if that’s the case!), or you need to develop your curiosity like a muscle. Practice this skill in all your connections, not just romantic or sexual ones. Ask people how their day went, what they’ve been up to lately, what’s on their mind, what they think of the latest kerfuffle in the news, or any other (appropriate) question that pops into your head. Open-ended questions are usually best, as opposed to “yes or no” or “do you prefer X or Y?”-type questions, although those are fine too. The more you practice, the easier it’ll get, until it starts to come more naturally.

One wildly easy way to ask someone a question on a date, though, is just to flip their own question around on them. For instance, if they ask “How was your day?” you can give your answer and then say, “How about you?” This sounds screamingly obvious, I know, but you would be amazed how many men don’t even do this. It’s extremely, extremely easy. There’s no excuse not to do it. As Girl on the Net wrote in a comment once: “Literally a man could write ‘how about you?’ on his palm in biro before a date as a reminder to throw it into the conversation once or twice, and he would be doing better than 80% of the men I have been on dates with throughout my life.”

Oh yeah, and here’s 50 questions you can ask people on dating apps and 30 questions you can ask on dates. There, now you really have no excuse!

What if I hate small talk, though?

Who said anything about small talk?! Certainly you can ask small-talk-y questions on a date, and usually it shows good social sense to at least start in shallow waters conversationally – but you can ask bigger, deeper questions, too! Some examples: “What are you passionate about?” “What’s your favorite memory in [this neighborhood/this city]?” “What’s the last thing that made you laugh really hard?” “What are you looking for in a relationship?” “Do you think we’re alone in the universe?”

When I ask questions, do I have to actually listen to the answers?

Yes!!! or else why bother asking them? Seriously, if you’re that disinterested in your date, you should stay home. I’m not even trying to be shady here; you would probably have a better time playing a dating sim than going on a date with an actual person. Dating people requires being interested in people. If you’re not interested in people, ask yourself why you want to date.

Listening to – and acknowledging – someone’s answers to your questions is a vital part of how conversations build intimacy. If I tell you a story and you don’t react to it, I might as well have told it to a brick wall. Listen to what your date says, utilize active listening techniques, and acknowledge what they said (e.g. “Wow, that sounds like it was really stressful!” or “Damn, that’s amazing!” etc.) before you consider jumping in with your own story in response. Remember, the objective is to build connection and rapport, not to outdo each other conversationally.

This is too hard and makes me want to give up on dating!

If the “human connection” part of human connection feels too hard for you right now, that’s okay. I get it. I have days like that too.

But the fact is, if you want to connect with human beings, you have to have at least a few skills in your back pocket that enable you to do that. And asking questions is one of the most basic building blocks of conversation, so it’s a skill you should develop, even if you’ve struggled with it until now. Trust me, there are few skills more worth learning than this one, at least if you value connection and intimacy of any kind. There are plenty of resources out there that can help you get better at conversational skills, like Dr. Nerdlove’s blog posts and Camille Virginia’s book The Offline Dating Method – and simply practicing will help a lot.

When you find yourself wanting to “give up,” perhaps put yourself in the shoes of women who’ve gone on countless dates with men who haven’t asked us anything. It’s not just boring and exhausting (although it absolutely is those things) – it’s also deeply disheartening and depressing to go home at the end of a date, having been asked nothing at all. I have spent so many nights crying after this kind of date. It always makes me feel like worthless garbage that even someone who claimed to be interested in me couldn’t muster enough actual interest to ask a question. It’s soul-destroying, and makes me want to give up on dating sometimes. So I understand that nihilistic impulse, but please ask yourself: Is it really that hard to think of things to ask the person you’re ostensibly interested in? And if so, why is that?

What should I do if I am [neurodivergent/socially anxious/etc.] and therefore can’t ask questions on dates?

I mean, if you literally can’t, then you can’t. You know your limitations best.

That being said, as I’ve already emphasized, asking questions is a very basic aspect of conversation, which is a very basic aspect of human relationships. So if you intend to have human relationships in your life (whether romantic, sexual, platonic, or any combination thereof), this is a skill worth developing, even if it’s difficult for you. Most skills worth learning are initially difficult to pick up. That’s part of what makes it so rewarding to learn those skills. As Alexandra Franzen says, “Are you willing to feel temporarily uncomfortable so that you can accomplish something that is permanently amazing?”

That being said, if you really, truly feel like you can’t have give-and-take conversations of this type and will never be able to, then it’s possible you’d be better off dating folks whose style of connection is similar to your own – in which case you might prefer to date within neurodivergent/socially anxious/etc. communities rather than seeking out dates on mainstream dating apps etc., where most people will be expecting a more conventional conversational style.

Some people just don’t ask questions. Don’t you think it’s unreasonable for you to expect your dates to ask you questions?

No, it’s not unreasonable for me to expect that anyone who wants to date me should be interested in me, and should be able to express that interest. Asking questions is the most basic way of expressing interest. If someone can’t (or won’t) do that, I won’t even be able to develop an attraction for them, let alone do all the other things I like doing with people I’m dating, so there’s no point in continuing to see them.

It’s certainly true that some people have a less question-based conversational style than others. I still think those people have a lot to gain from learning how to ask questions, just as us question-askers can sometimes get better at simply interjecting our own stories/thoughts when we’re talking to someone who never asks us anything. But it can be frustrating to try to bridge these gaps, so oftentimes it’s a lot easier to date someone whose conversational style already matches yours.

I think I fucked up, and didn’t ask enough questions on my most recent date. Is this salvageable?

Possibly! When I’ve arrived home from a first date feeling miserable and alone because the other person didn’t ask me anything, usually I’d already made the decision to stop seeing them – but I think it would’ve helped a lot if they’d sent me a message within the next couple days, saying something like:

Hey, that was so much fun! Realized I might’ve talked your ear off cuz I was kinda nervous – but I want to get to know you better! Can I take you out again and ask you more questions this time? Also, how’s your day going?

Notice that there’s an actual conversational question at the end of the message, to prove that you are already following through on your intention to ask more stuff. It’s such a bummer when someone promises they’ll change their ways and then just… doesn’t.

What should I do if I’m on a date with someone who isn’t asking me any questions?

Such a tricky and annoying situation to find yourself in!! Broadly speaking, I think you have 5 main options here…

  1. End the date. Honestly, I wish I’d done this more often. You don’t have to do it rudely if that feels too difficult; you can just be like, “I’m not feeling the chemistry I’m looking for, so I’m gonna head out,” and then pay your half of the check (if applicable) and hit the road. Sure, they might ask you annoying follow-up questions (“Seriously? But why?!”), although they also might not, considering that asking zero questions is their whole problem in the first place…
  2. Leave more silences. Sometimes I ask people so many questions so eagerly that they don’t have enough time/space to think of questions for me and actually ask them. I am a journalist and have been trained to fill all the “dead air,” after all! So I’ve had to learn that sometimes, when someone finishes answering one of my questions, I can just nod wisely and wait to see if they ask me something back. For some people, an awkward silence can be a reminder: “Oh yeah, I’m supposed to ask stuff, too!”
  3. Ask them, “Is there anything you want to ask me?” This is more direct and therefore more scary, but entirely valid. It’s possible they’ve forgotten to ask you stuff because they’re nervous or enthralled by your conversational skill (you charmer, you!), so they might appreciate the reminder to hold up their end of the convo. Some situations may warrant a slightly more confrontational “I’m noticing that you’re not asking me about myself – any particular reason for that?”
  4. Just jump in with your own stories/responses. For instance, maybe you ask your date about their favorite movie, listen to their answer, respond/react to their answer, and then say, “My favorite movie is…” Personally this isn’t my preferred option because a) it annoys me to do that extra labor when I shouldn’t have to and b) I am never convinced someone actually cares to hear my answers if they haven’t asked me a single question… but it’s still good to have this strategy as an option if you need it, because lord is it ever exhausting and irritating to just listen to someone monologue for an hour+!
  5. Suffer through it. This is usually what I do, and I’m not proud of it – but there are times when it just doesn’t seem worthwhile to try to teach someone how to have a conversation, especially if I’m not even that into them. Sometimes I’m just like, “Well, I’m already on this date. Might as well enjoy my cocktail, pretend I’m a world-famous interviewer who’s here to make an ordinary person feel fascinating, and leave as soon as we’ve paid the check.” 🤷🏻‍♀️

Can I reject someone/decline to go out with someone again because they didn’t ask me enough questions? How do I tell them that?

You are allowed to decline to go out with someone for any reason you want, and I would say that “shows no interest in you” is a damn good reason.

When offering a reason, I have tended to say that we don’t have the conversational chemistry I’m looking for. I want them to know that the issue was conversational, so that they can hopefully fix it for future dates’ sake – but I don’t always have the spoons to get more specific, and that’s fine. A friend of mine will straight-up say “You are not interested in me” when asked about this, which is often met with protestations (“Of course I’m interested in you!!”) – but as I mentioned above, when you reject someone for being incurious, sometimes they are just as incurious about the reason for the rejection (possibly because they indeed are not very interested in you!), so you may not even need to explain yourself.

Do you have any theories on why men generally ask so few questions on dates?

I do! (Please forgive me for the very hetero and generalized answer to follow; I’m speaking very broadly about wide-ranging social trends, which, by its nature, leads to analysis that is neither universalizeable nor precise.)

I think heterosexual culture, as a whole, tends to position women as the gatekeepers of sex and men as the pursuers of sex. This can result in a dynamic where early dates feel like a job interview for the position of boyfriend (or husband, or fuckbuddy, or whatever the case may be) – the man feels, on some level, that he needs to seem impressive and authoritative, standing up to the woman’s scrutiny as she assesses him through questions. However, while men are trying to be a “winner” and come out victorious over their imagined competitors, women are often looking for a lover, a partner, not a winner (to borrow language from Emily Nagoski’s Come Together). You can’t really develop a mutual, equitable connection from a place of competitiveness and trying to prove yourself.

I think some men feel such a sense of scarcity in their dating lives that they’re happy just to be on a date with a woman at all, and don’t want to risk rocking the boat by asking anything that might reveal an incompatibility, even though that filtering process is largely the point of going on dates. There are also men who see it as somehow unmasculine to take a heartfelt, proactive interest in women’s thoughts and feelings. And there are men who harbor such skewed views about women that they can’t conceptualize us as anything more than a pretty face and a pleasant presence – in which case, why bother inquiring about our inner lives? Those men barely think we have inner lives!

But of the men who ask zero-to-very-few questions on dates, I think the majority are probably decent dudes who want to connect with women… and it is for them that I have written this giant-ass blog post, in the hopes that they will take away this one all-important lesson from it: Ask your dates questions about themselves. Show an interest in the people you claim to be interested in. All your relationships will be better for it.