I’ve been doing this sex toy reviewer thing for a long time – over a decade, in fact – and there are a handful of myths about my line of work that I run into again and again. Let’s bust ’em, baby.
We “masturbate for a living.” Look, I completely understand why so many people react to hearing about my job in a way that boils down to “Must be nice!” My career, indeed, involves an activity I love (writing), focused on subject matter I’m passionate about (sex). I’m extremely privileged to have a job I enjoy and can physically do, despite the chronic illnesses I live with. But I promise you, I only spend about 2% of my working hours actually masturbating, if that – and it isn’t “normal” masturbation because it’s for work, not for pleasure. I have to pay attention, take notes, compare different toys to each other, etc. rather than just being able to enjoy myself, and often end up ruining my own orgasms in the process. It’s a fun job in many ways, yes, but probably not in the ways you’d think!
Sex toy reviewing takes no skill. Uh, nope. Most people can hold a vibrator on their bits or insert a dildo into their body; most people cannot summarize and analyze the cultural context of that toy, compare it usefully to several others in its category, write a compelling and well-crafted review, take photos to go with it, pre-emptively answer questions that consumers will wonder about, promote reviews effectively on social media, implement SEO, keep up with industry trends, and so on and so forth. As with media workers in any specialized “beat,” sex toy reviewers tend to develop their own skillset and style. To devalue that is to misunderstand the work and what goes into it.
We are sluts who are always DTF. Oh, certainly some of us are. I have been at certain times in my life. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a slut. But don’t assume someone’s personality and entire life revolve around sex just because their career does. And certainly don’t assume you’ll have an easier time getting laid if you’re on a date with a sexual media-maker than with anybody else. I often feel pressured to live up to the “manic sexy dream girl” fantasy some people seem to have about me, and it sucks.
We prefer using toys over having sex with human beings. There’s nothing wrong with people who do feel this way, but it’s reductive to assume someone will feel this way because their work focuses on sex toys. And, as ever, I must remind you: sex toys and human partners are not mutually exclusive. The two can and do coexist in sexual encounters. Most of my best sex ever has involved toys.
We can’t find sexual partners because they’re too intimidated by what they do. I have to laugh and call bullshit on this one. Many of my sex toy reviewer friends are in high demand in their sex/dating lives, sometimes partly because of what they do, not just in spite of it. As for reviewers for whom that’s not the case, it’s worth noting that it doesn’t even fucking matter. The number of sexual partners you attract or pursue has nothing to do with your intrinsic value as a human being, or the quality of the work that you do. And if someone would judge you for something as innocuous as reviewing sex toys, IMO they’re not worth dating or fucking anyway.
We’re also sex workers. Some of us are (kudos to those folks!), and I have dabbled in sex work myself and usually enjoyed it. But it’s strange to assume that someone writing about sex toys automatically means they’ll sell you nudes or a cam show, or that you’ll be able to meet up with them for sex, paid or unpaid.
We sell sex toys. It continues to surprise me how often I get emails and DMs from people who think that I run a sex toy store, or who want me to supply them with wholesale sex toys to sell at their shop. I do not do this and have never done this, but there are plenty of great stores and distributors out there that do sell toys (including wholesale adult toys) if that’s what you’re after!
Sex toy reviewing can only ever be a hobby. To be clear, there are a ton of people for whom sex toy reviewing is a hobby or a side gig, and that’s absolutely valid! But in my case, it actually is the vast majority of the work that I do, and brings in the vast majority of my income – so it’s funny and sometimes a bit insulting when people say stuff like, “Oh, fun! What’s your actual job, though?”
We owe you details about our personal life. I get that when someone shares intimate details about themselves, it can be surprising that they’d choose to be private and guarded in other areas of their life. But one thing sex toy reviewing has taught me is that I can be selectively open. Good boundary-setting is an important part of the job, I think.
We’ll regret it. I do know people who have regretted reviewing sex toys, often because they incurred harassment online, offline, or both, from people who thought that this work was worthy of denigration or evidence of some kind of moral failing. But a lot of sex toy reviewers use pseudonyms precisely so that they can do this work without (as much) fear of it coming back to bite them in the ass. I did that myself for several years, fearing repercussions if future employers stumbled across what I’d been writing – but then I realized that this was what I was meant to do, full-time, so I came out publicly about my name and identity and have never once regretted it.
What myths have you heard about sex toy reviewers?
This post was sponsored. As always, all writing and opinions are my own.
There are many forms of “objectification play” that I’ve experimented with, and the older I get, the more I seem to enjoy this kink.
There’s the version where I’m a literal object, usually a piece of furniture like a footstool or drink-holder, performing a functional service that may not appear outwardly sexual but can feel very sexual on the inside.
There’s the version where I pretend to be a doll – either a literal, porcelain doll, or a full-grown adult who’s been transformed via hypnosis or drugs into a “human sex doll” – and then get to be “used” by my “owner.”
There’s the form of objectification that most non-kinky people are familiar with, the kind that shows up in fashion magazines and in plenty of porn, wherein I’m viewed as a sexual object without agency or personhood, just a series of willing and fuckable holes.
And there are lots more ways this kink can play out that I haven’t even tried yet.
As with many kinks of mine, a lot of what appeals to me about objectification is the way it helps me reclaim and subvert shitty nonconsensual experiences I’ve had in the past. All the Tinder bros who text shit like “u up?” and “ready to be my fuk machine tonight?” All the hookups who cared more about getting off than giving pleasure. All the times I thought I meant something to my date on an emotional level – even one as simple as “I like her and like having conversations with her” – but it turns out that apparently I didn’t.
The sting of these mistreatments has eased a bit after several years, but I can still bring those feelings vibrantly to mind if I focus on those memories. Because I’ve paired that type of objectification with consent and pleasure in roleplays with trusted partners, the idea of being sexually objectified in this way is no longer quite as abhorrent to me – because I know it can be done in consensual ways.
Granted, none of the people with whom I’ve play-acted objectification actually saw me as objects; that was what allowed the play-acting to indeed feel like play and not like senseless cruelty.
As someone who writes about sex toys professionally (including, occasionally, sex dolls), I find it oddly gratifying to pretend to be a sex toy of sorts from time to time. There’s something subversive and relaxing to me about setting aside the sexual machines I’ve been writing about all day and then getting to morph into a sexual machine myself.
See, when I’m being objectified in a deeply consensual and intentional way, my mind gets to shut off. And I value that a lot, as someone whose mind is always racing with anxiety and deadlines.
But also, in my career as a sex scribe, I’ve encountered countless people who thought that my career choice was an invitation for harassment and nonconsensual sexualization. They thought that my creative interest in topics like sexual psychology and the history of the porn industry was reason enough to see me as a walking, talking sex doll who exists to spice up their boring lives.
I understand the desire to have your life overtaken by someone interesting and magical – it’s the reason “manic pixie dream girl” stories continue to get cranked out year after year. It’s also something I’ve felt myself, during long hours of swiping on Tinder late into the night, always hoping that the next swipe would conjure a life-altering force, someone so cute and charming and kind and loving that my entire daily existence would take on a different tenor just from having them around.
But as I’ve been learning in therapy, viewing other people as potential “redeemers” or “saviors” gives your power away. It strips you of the knowledge that you have the ability to make yourself happy more readily and more profoundly than any external person can. It makes you feel dependent on people you never actually needed and maybe never even really wanted.
So I’ve been on both sides of the objectification equation: I’ve been objectified (a lot), and in some ways I’ve objectified other people too, seen them as heroes or saviors or props in my life story.
This is no doubt why it feels so good to me now when I play with objectification, from either side of the D/s slash. Because it shows me the difference between the consensual and nonconsensual versions of these dynamics – and even equips me with the communication tools I need to say, “No. Stop. You’re putting me in a role I didn’t consent to, and I will not stand for that.”
This post was sponsored. As always, all writing and opinions are my own.
Triarx on the left, customized version on the right
There have been several exciting landmarks in my career as a sex toy reviewer. The first time I made my own dildo was one. The first time I got sent to an industry trade show was another. More recently, I got an email from West at the Pleasure Tailor, asking me if I wanted to try a version of their Triarx dildo… that was modified to my exact specifications. Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse!
A really wonderful thing about the Pleasure Tailor is that they let you customize any of their toys to suit your exact needs. Among the alterations they offer are size, color, firmness, finish, and how rigid or thick the core of the dildo is. So if, for instance, you liked my Easy A design but wanted one that was shorter, matte, or bright red instead, they could do that for you. Their company is aptly named because it reminds me of all the best experiences I’ve had with actual tailors. I went in with a garment that was ill-fitting and made me feel bad-to-meh about myself, and when I picked up the altered design a week or two later, it inevitably made me look and feel like a new woman – a hot woman, to be exact!
Likewise, the Pleasure Tailor can make you the dildo of your dreams. Let me tell you about the most recent thing they made for me.
Image via the Pleasure Tailor – standard Triarx on the right, modified version on the left
What is the Triarx and what modifications were made to it for me?
The Triarx is a realistic dildo designed by Felicity of Phallophile Reviews. Felicity has been reviewing toys for years, and her write-ups are so thorough and informative that I often reference them when I’m writing about particular toys or deciding whether I want to try a new toy that’s just been released.
As the name of her blog would suggest, she’s really into dildos – so of course, the one she designed with the Pleasure Tailor is a beaut. It’s made to be hyper-realistic, with lifelike veins and ridges that any cock aficionado can appreciate. It’s made of triple-density silicone, which means that it has a firm core and two progressively squishier layers of silicone around that, for a feeling that’s remarkably close to a flesh-and-blood dick. It’s got a suction-cup base for hands-free use, and even has a prominent “vein” running along the top of the shaft that’s designed to hit your clit while you thrust.
I adore realistic dildos, when I’m in the mood for them (which is often), and this one is on par with my faves from Vixen Creations and Tantus in terms of quality, realism and pleasure.
West at the Pleasure Tailor had the brilliant idea to send me a Triarx as well as a custom-modified version of the same toy, so I could compare the two. He made the following changes for my modded Triarx:
Lengthened the toy from 6.5 to 7 inches of insertable length, to enable it to hit the A-spot
Made the head slightly slimmer/more tapered so it can nestle into the A-spot more easily without bumping my cervix uncomfortably
Intensified the curve at the tip for more targeted A-spot action
Removed the veins (I’ve got nothing against texture on a dildo, necessarily; it’s just not something I crave or get much additional pleasure from)
Decreased the dragginess of the silicone by making it smoother
Made the firm core thicker so the whole dildo feels more rigid
Added a small tab of silicone to the base that lines up with the top side of the toy, so I’ll always know if it’s oriented correctly while it’s inside me
I hope this gives you an idea of the types of modifications you can request from the Pleasure Tailor, because they really are terrific. They can turn a dildo that’d work okay for you into one that might just become your new fave.
Triarx on the left, customized version on the right
My experience with the Triarx
The original Triarx, I have to say, is pretty great. It’s not entirely my cup of tea, for reasons I’ll get into, but I think a lot of people would enjoy it. Its diameter is 1.75″ – midway between the formidable VixSkin Mustang (1.5″) and Maverick (2″) – so it gives me a pleasantly “filled-up” feeling without requiring several minutes of warm-up.
It’s a very G-spot-focused dildo, as it was designed to be. I could definitely squirt with it if I thrusted it hard and fast enough, for long enough. I can push it deeper inside me and it will hit my A-spot to some extent, but it feels a bit awkward trying to jam something so thick into that petite nook in front of my cervix.
The triple-density silicone is incredibly fun to squeeze on; it feels like a stress ball. This dildo’s squishiness-to-rigidity ratio is perfect for intensifying my orgasms; I can distinctly feel every orgasmic contraction but they never feel like pain mixed with pleasure, as they can sometimes if I’m using a super-firm dildo.
The vein meant to hit the clit stands no chance of hitting mine, though. I would have to bend the dildo so far in that direction that its tip would be poking the wall between my vag and butt, which isn’t a sexy sensation for me. But it’s a cool idea and I imagine it’d work for some people, especially those whose clit is closer to their vaginal opening than mine is. And the vein does help me orient the dildo/keep it upright inside me, because it’s visually evident even while most of the toy is inside me.
Speaking of veins, the overall texture of this dildo – while I’m sure it would make some people very happy – doesn’t really work for me. No matter how much lube I drizzle on, it overstimulates my vaginal walls and gives me a slightly uncomfortable “been fucked hard” feeling. I know some people are into that, though.
Triarx on the left, customized version on the right
My experience with my modified Triarx
As soon as I inserted this custom-modified version of the Triarx into my vag, I noticed how much better it felt for me. The smooth silicone felt like heaven against my vaginal walls compared to the roughness of the original Triarx’s veins. The tip slid easily into my A-spot right away, with minimal effort on my part. I could tell that my spot was being hit more directly because I felt that familiar “oh yes” rightness that always accompanies the moment of a partner touching my A-spot for the first time in a session.
Because the shaft gets slightly thicker the more you insert it, this modded version still feels very filling and satisfying, and is a delight to come on. The orgasms with this toy are no better and no worse than those with the original Triarx, just different: they feel like they happen deeper inside me, because of all the A-spot stimulation going on, but it’s also not quite as pleasurable to squeeze on the modded version because it’s less squishy. You win some, you lose some. (A dildo this long would be hard to maneuver if it was squishier.)
I can hit my G-spot with the modified Triarx too, if I thrust it more shallowly. But I tend to prefer firmer G-spot stimulation, so I don’t often reach for realistic dildos for this purpose anyway.
Overall this is one of the better A-spot dildos I’ve tried, which is funny because the dildo it’s based on wasn’t an A-spot dildo at all! That just goes to show how clever the folks at the Pleasure Tailor are at making your erogenous zones’ dreams come true.
Final thoughts
The original Triarx is good, but my modified version – for my particular body, anyway – is spectacular. It’s optimized for A-spot stimulation while retaining all the qualities I loved in the original.
It’s also a testament to the wonders of human creativity – and a love letter to A-spotty dicks. Basically, I adore it – and I think that if you want a dildo to be modified to suit your anatomy and preferences as closely as possible, you’ve absolutely gotta check out the Pleasure Tailor.
This review was not sponsored; I just genuinely think the Pleasure Tailor is doing cool shit and deserves to be hyped up. Of course, the dildos were sent to me free of charge, but as ever, all writing and opinions in this post are my own.
Been so long since I wrote one of these posts that these looks are from ages ago! Yeesh! Oh well – enjoy this assortment of outfits, mostly from seasons that have now passed us by.
During the pandemic, when I haven’t been wearing sweatpants and nightgowns, I’ve been vacillating wildly between dressing colorful and hyper-femme, and dressing in a way that is more subdued and androgynous-leaning. I liked that this look incorporated elements of both; it made me feel very cute and like my gender expression was in line with how I felt on the inside.
Pearls truly go with everything, if you ask me. This hat doesn’t, but I wish it did.
What I’m wearing:
• “101 Kinky Things” snapback hat – custom-made by Printful
• Dark grey T-shirt – borrowed from Matt, I think?
• Black skirt – ASOS years ago
• Black leggings – Gap
• Black leather Frye harness boots
• Pearl necklace – a gift from Matt
December 24, 2021
Quite possibly the ideal Christmas Eve ensemble. I love to dress for an occasion!
I wore this to go over to my parents’ house for our typical Christmas Eve festivities, which include watching It’s a Wonderful Life while eating my mom’s legendarily good macaroni and cheese. I wanted to wear something that’d be comfy enough for lounging around with my fam but was still a little fancy and Christmas-y.
The Four Seasons Total Landscaping shirt makes me smile every time I wear it because that whole debacle with Giuliani was definitely the thing that made me laugh the hardest during that whole election week. It was one comical bright spot in what felt like all hell breaking loose.
What I’m wearing:
• Dark green Four Seasons Total Landscaping T-shirt – bought from the landscapers themselves; I cut off the hem and neckline
• Red pencil skirt – American Apparel
• Black cashmere cardigan – Gap
• Black leggings – Gap
• Black sequinned Ugg boots (these are soooo warm and comfy)
• Green knit beanie – H&M
• Sparkly red heart necklace – Tarina Tarantino
March 5, 2022
Sometimes Matt and I like to wear themed outfits for our phone dates, because we’re both nerdy in that particular way. On this night, we were planning on watching Spencer, the movie in which Kristen Stewart plays Princess Diana, so I did some research on famous Diana looks to help me put my outfit together.
I drew inspiration from the iconic ’90s silhouettes she was best known for wearing, and some of the bolder colors she wore. I also attempted a Diana-inspired makeup look, which was all about brown eyeshadows and pinky-nude lipstick.
I had also just recently gotten these Nikes in the mail after waiting over a month for them, so I was excited to show them off!
What I’m wearing:
• Blue dress – Joe Fresh (I originally bought this to wear on an anniversary date but it turned out to be much more conservative-looking than I thought it was gonna be; I usually like to show a little more skin on romantic occasions)
• Pink ribbon tied around my waist as a belt (I think this came with some PR mailer I’d received)
• Red socks – Gap
• Nike Air Force 1 low-top sneakers, in custom colors
March 25, 2022
I wore this out to a solo dinner date, one of my most treasured traditions. I eat dinner by myself, sip a martini and read a book on my Kindle. It’s truly the best.
I used to feel weird about doing this, but then I started to view it seriously as an important element of how I express self-love (in addition to, y’know, masturbation, the bread and butter of this blog). It’s a time when I can be totally alone – though surrounded by strangers – and just focus on relaxing and recharging. I especially like to do it at the end of a long work week, or when I’ve just hit an important deadline and want to celebrate. But also, it can be nice to do it for no real reason at all.
Later that night I had a terrible shrooms trip, but at least before that, I was well-fed…
What I’m wearing:
• Pastel tie-dye KN95 mask – a gift from my roommate Sarah
• Royal blue fit-and-flare dress – H&M
• Light blue cashmere cardigan – Autumn Cashmere, vintage via TheRealReal (I wore it to my wedding)
• Black leggings – H&M
• Black leather Frye harness boots
• Sparkly blue heart necklace – Tarina Tarantino
• Raspberry leather crossbody bag – Coach
April 20, 2022
This cardigan is just perfect. I bought it at the height of my obsession with “lovecore” fashion, and have worn it countless times since then. It’s cozy as hell.
One of the most memorable times I wore it was during my first solo shrooms trip. I knew I might be freaked out during the trip, so I wrapped myself up in love – or at least, that’s how I knew my shroomy brain would interpret this cardigan. I think it did keep me safe on some level, because that was one of the most euphoric trips I’ve had.
This wasn’t that day, though. This was an outfit I wore on a date with a guy I’m occasionally seeing. We sat and had drinks together in his fancy loft apartment and then did some sexy stuff and then he sent me home in an Uber. Living my best life.
What I’m wearing:
• Pink and red heart-print cardigan – Unique Vintage
• Black modal slip dress – Calvin Klein Sleepwear
• Black leggings – H&M
• Custom-color Nikes
• Raspberry leather crossbody bag – Coach
• Black KN95 mask
May 5, 2022
I wore this on a date with that same guy. I bundled up because it was chilly and we’d previously had a date where we sat talking on a bar patio until my teeth were chattering from the cold. (That’s how you know the conversation is good – that you can be freezing and not care!) So this time I wanted to be prepared.
Black and red is a powerful color combo. I felt very confident in this ensemble.
What I’m wearing:
• Cranberry-red KN95 mask – MaskC
• Red knit cowl – an Etsy shop called Keely Devine that has since closed
• Black leather jacket – Danier Leather
• Black cashmere cardigan – Gap
• Black “Honest Dead’s” tank top – Pineapple Pinup
• Red pencil skirt – American Apparel
• Black leggings – H&M
• Black leather Frye harness boots
May 12, 2022
This is the kind of outfit that I really admire on other people but struggle to wear myself. I think I read too many fashion magazines as a teen and really absorbed the message that folks with pear-shaped bodies, like me, should always emphasize their waist with clothes. But fuck that. This is what I felt like wearing, because my body was hurting and comfort was my priority, and it looked cute!
Incidentally, the sweatshirt is from my alma mater, which had recently changed its name from Ryerson University to Toronto Metropolitan University because of its namesake’s ties to the genocidal residential schools system in Canada. (You can check out the Indian Residential School Survivors Society website to learn more about that, and to make a donation to help folks who’ve survived that horror.)
What I’m wearing:
• Ryerson School of Journalism sweatshirt
• Long red modal nightgown – Calvin Klein Sleepwear
• Black leggings – H&M
• Custom-color Nikes
June 26, 2022
This isn’t an ad, but: The lube brand #LubeLife recently launched a limited-edition birthday cake-flavored lube, and as part of their promotion for it, they sent out PR mailers to journalists which included the lube, an entire Milkbar birthday cake (I was so surprised!!) and this shirt, which I instantly loved.
The day before, Matt and I had gone out shopping together. I’d thought I was gonna buy a new pair of jeans and hopefully a black modal jumpsuit, but neither plan panned out. However, I did see this black pleated skirt at Uniqlo and immediately knew I needed it. I don’t care that I’m 30 now; I can still dress like a schoolgirl if I want to!!
What I’m wearing:
• White #LubeLife-branded muscle shirt
• Black pleated skirt – Uniqlo
• Black leather Frye harness boots
• Apple Watch with red leather band from an Etsy shop called Jewlz4less
• Pale blue Coach Mercer satchel
She doesn’t know I’m in here
She doesn’t have a clue
She gets to be your girlfriend
I get to be with you
I hide out in the closet
It’s nice and dark inside
She gets to cook you dinner
I get to keep you satisfied
When the door locks
And your pants drop
And you feel like messin’ around
I’m a good girl
With my mouth full
So I can’t make a sound
Chorus:
I wanna be your sex-shop treasure
I wanna be your secret pleasure
I wanna be your perfect plaything
So you will think I’m so amazing
And though I’m so alone without you
At least I get to think about you
I wanna be convenient, sweet and small
I wanna be your doll
Your doll, doll, doll
It’s nice to know my purpose
It’s nice to have a home
You always make me nervous
I always make you moan
If this is Stockholm syndrome
I can’t say that I care
You like it when I lie here
I like it when you pull my hair
When the mood strikes
And the vibe’s right
And you feel like messin’ around
When the night falls
I’m a good doll
Who never makes a sound
(repeat chorus)
Songwriting diary:
A friend of mine mentioned he was keeping his sex doll in a closet, and I found that idea weirdly haunting. For a while I had a note in my folder of music ideas that just said, “From the perspective of a sex doll hidden in the closet: She doesn’t know I’m in here…”
I was messing around with that idea and came up with a piano part that reminded me of the Dresden Dolls’ song “Coin-Operated Boy,” which is thematically similar. For a few days I only had the verses and prechoruses, and didn’t know how (or whether) I wanted to finish the song. But then a chorus melody came to me, and I made a recording of myself da-da-da-ing it. I was out walking around doing some errands and kept listening to these two recordings back-to-back, pondering what I wanted to say as the sex doll.
Ultimately the lyrics I came up with for the chorus are very reminiscent of times in my life when I’ve felt used, discarded, and ignored by men I was seeing, or wanted to be seeing. Maybe this is why I was so drawn to that image of the sex doll waiting around in the closet to be used – it reminded me of how it had felt to wait by the phone for a text that would never come, or that would be a booty-call text instead of an I-love-you text.
Song 24/52: “Difficult Woman”
Lyrics:
They call me a difficult woman
‘Cause I’m always late to the set
They chide me for needing reminders of lines
I admit I am prone to forget
I wait every day in my trailer
It gives me time to think
And I’m not a child, so once in a while
I speed up the wait with a drink
Chorus: I’m not perfect; neither are you
I’ll never be perfect the way they say they want me to
They call me a difficult woman
That rumor was spread by my ex
I helped the director get ever erecter
I shouldn’t mix business with sex
I’m worried my name’s on a blacklist
And that’s why the cameramen stare
But it could be the tits, the charisma and wit
Or it could be my famous blonde hair
(repeat chorus)
They call me a difficult woman
I swear they don’t care if I die
If not for my name and my face and my fame
I doubt that I’d still be alive
I take every pill they prescribe me
I never miss even one dose
And I’ve never taken too many to waken
But honestly, I have come close
(repeat chorus)
I don’t care what secrets they spread
They’ll never defeat me – I’ll never let them kill me dead
Songwriting diary:
I’d been watching a bunch of songwriting challenges on YouTube where someone would use a random word generator to come up with 3-5 words that they would then have to incorporate into a song. One of the times that I did this, the words I got were “me,” “difficult,” and “woman,” which was immediately very evocative to me. I wrote down the line, “They call me a difficult woman,” and then started pondering what type of person/character would say that line and why.
It seemed clear to me pretty quickly that this had to be a song about Marilyn Monroe. I was thinking about how she would often forget her lines while filming Some Like It Hot, show up late to the set, and thereby incur the rage of her male director and co-stars. Her mistakes, it seemed, were always blamed on her and her alone, even though she was struggling with a drug addiction, a painful chronic illness, a history of sexual abuse, and widespread mistreatment by the media and by people in her own industry.
As I wrote the rest of the lyrics, I also started thinking about Judy Garland, who (like many other actors of her time period) was given amphetamines and barbiturates by people at the movie studio she worked for, leading to lifelong struggles with addiction, which were (of course) frequently blamed on Garland herself.
This was such an interesting songwriting process to me because I don’t know that I would have ever sat down and thought, “I’m going to write a song about the injustices faced by midcentury Hollywood starlets” – but the constraints provided by the random word generator inspired me to do exactly that.
Song 25/52: “The One”
Lyrics:
Isn’t it romantic? Isn’t it so sweet
That I could fall in love with anyone I meet?
But you’re the one I stay with; you’re the real thing
The one who I come home to; the one who wears my ring
I’ve been in love with other folks
But none of them got all my jokes
So I’ve been looking for the love
I know that I’ve been dreaming of
Chorus: You’re the one
The one I need, the one I want, the one
Who keeps me safe and warm, just like the sun
And every day, I’m glad for all you’ve done
You’re the one
I know it’s idealistic, and soulmates aren’t real
But every time I kiss you, that’s just the way I feel
It sparkles like a firework, it’s catchy like a song
Your arms are like my armor; your bed’s where I belong
I know we both have been through hell
At first, it scared me when I fell
Love was work, and now it’s play
And all those memories melt away
(repeat chorus)
I know we’re not invincible
We’ve got a lot to learn
But we’re up to the task
And I think we can last
Even though I know we’ve both been burned
(repeat chorus)
Songwriting diary:
I don’t even know what to write about this one because it mostly just flowed out of me improvisationally! The first verse was inspired by a polyamory-related idea I was thinking about, which I think I first read in Dr. Liz Powell’s book Building Open Relationships: that one of the beautiful things about non-monogamy is that your partner stays with you not because they’d be lonely without you but because they actively choose to be with you specifically.
I worked on the second verse and the bridge over the days after I wrote the first verse and chorus, and did some lyric-editing after it was all done, but musically I don’t really know how this came to me because it just… did. Songwriting is weird like that sometimes.
Anyway, it’s a song about my spouse, who is the love of my life and the person who made all my many years of dating misadventures seem worthwhile just to have met them eventually. When my friend Bex interviewed me about songwriting on our podcast The Dildorks recently, he asked me if there were any subjects I wanted to explore more through my songs that I hadn’t yet, and I said that I’d always struggled to write happy songs about being in love with Matt because our relationship has always just been… really good, and loving, and open, and comfortable. Even when we have conflicts or issues, they’re approached in a way that is loving and compassionate. This song was my attempt to write an uncomplicatedly romantic song about my love, and while I certainly don’t think it’s my best work, I like how it came out.
Song 26/52: “Dear Professor”
Lyrics:
Dear professor, I confess you’re often on my mind
When you lecture and you gesture with those forearms so defined
It’s hard to focus, hard to notice anyone but you
But I obey and get an “A” because you want me to
Your red pen hurts like a slap
I’d love to sit upon your lap
But I don’t like to break the rules
I’ve always felt my safest here at school
Chorus: I need a lesson
I’m second-guessing myself
I need a witness
I need some forgiveness
I need a teacher
Not some smug and pious preacher
I need some pressure, I need some pressure
I need you, professor
Dear professor, let me guess: you’re married happily
Do you let her give you pleasure? Do you take the lead?
Does she know you? Does she show you reverence at night?
Does she love you more than I do? I don’t think that’s right
Your passion always shines right through
Oh, the things that I would do to you
But I don’t wanna get suspended
And I would be so sad when it ended
(repeat chorus)
When I’m home, and alone
I don’t get to be your girl
In my bed, I feel dead
With my stomach all a-swirl
But in class, I can pass
For a normal somebody
Raise my hand like I planned
If I fall for you, will you call on me?
(repeat chorus)
Songwriting diary:
While feeling uninspired recently, I looked through a Reddit thread of potential song ideas, and one that jumped out at me was “a college student who’s in love with their professor.” This is something I’ve experienced quite strongly many times, and realized I hadn’t really written about in a song before, so I decided to take a crack at it.
I wrote the lyrics for the first verse + prechorus in my Notes app late one night and kinda forgot about them for a while. Then I started trying them out with different melodies and instruments. I had originally envisioned this as kind of a cheeky, cheerful song, but when I paired the lyrics with a more sad-sounding ukulele part, it felt right and I decided to go farther down the path of this being kind of a tragic song about desperately craving validation from someone who can never fully give it to you in the way that you want.
Song 27/52: “Lullaby for Little One”
Lyrics:
You’re never alone when you’re with me
I know you’ve been hurt and I think that’s so shitty
But hey – look where we are today
I know you feel strange and exceptional
But, if it helps, I am strange and bisexual too
You’ve got me and I’ve got you
And I know that deep down, we are one and the same
I know that we’re sharing one body, one name
I know that we also share all of those memories and shame
Chorus: And I’m here now to listen
And I’m sorry that I’d gone missing
It may not be much, but now that I know you
I know all the love that I wanna show you
And I’ll still be here for you even when everyone goes
I love how you stand up to bullies
The stuff that they scoff at is always so silly
But you, you do what you wanna do
You may not believe that your brain is a blessing
And I know that life can be plenty depressing
But wait – everything’s gonna be great
And when you are lonely, I swear I’ll be here
I’ll never be far from your faith and your fear
I’ve muddied the waters, but soon I can make them run clear
(repeat chorus)
Songwriting diary:
Okay, this one was weird… A month or two ago, a friend of mine submitted the phrase “I am strange and bisexual” when I polled my Instagram followers for songwriting prompts, and I wrote the first verse of this song. I was envisioning it as a song about a friend, maybe a friend who was feeling down about the political onslaughts on LGBTQ+ rights and needed some cheering up. I wrote a chorus for it that I later scrapped which went, “Queers have each other’s backs/ Queers can getcha through it/ Queers help other queers relax/ Almost any queer can do it.” I could’ve continued in this direction but that chorus just didn’t sit right with me, in part because of how much infighting there actually is in queer communities these days.
I set that song aside and didn’t really think about it again until a month or two later, when I was walking around Newark airport and this song just started playing in my head randomly. My brain was kind of chewing on it, figuring something out. And then I sat down at my gate, took out my Kindle and read a chapter or two of You Are the One You’ve Been Waiting For by Dick Schwartz, which is about using the principles of Internal Family Systems therapy to improve your relationships. A lot of that book is about getting to know your “inner children” so you can address your traumas and show yourself some compassion, and by the time my flight had started boarding, I’d realized that this song should actually be about my inner child.
When I got back home to my apartment in Toronto a few hours later, I took out my ukulele because I wanted to write a song. I was kind of resistant to the idea of working on the inner child one because it felt too heavy and emotional for the exhausted mood I was in post-travel. So I pulled two tarot cards as songwriting prompts, hoping they would give me a different idea. But the cards I pulled were the Nine of Swords and the Nine of Pentacles, which respectively symbolize (among other things) misery and anxiety, and safety and accomplishment. These notions, paired together, reminded me so much of the work I’ve been doing with Internal Family Systems that I literally said out loud, “OKAY, universe, I will finish that song!!” and then I did. I’m not really a religious person and don’t know exactly what I believe in spiritually, but the creative superconscious often feels wildly tangible to me. I know that sounds pretentious – oh well, it’s true!
I was describing this song to my therapist while it was in the works, and they exclaimed, “Oh! It’s like you wrote a lullaby for your parts!” which of course I immediately wrote down. Ultimately I decided “Lullaby for Your Parts” would seem weirdly sexual out of context, so I went with a slightly altered version of that title 😂
There are many forms of “objectification play” that I’ve experimented with, and the older I get, the more I seem to enjoy this kink.
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