Today I find myself thinking about vibrators. I think it can be generally agreed upon that they're great things and they've come a long way.
My first vibrator was one of those little black ones that's supposed to go inside a back pillow. A battery eating little device that I awkwardly dubbed, the circle, despite the fact it was an oval. Now, this was a time when my sheltered, private school, "what is this in-ter-net you speak of?", butt didn't really understand ANYTHING about sexuality. It was a miracle I had even a vague concept of the orgasm.
Years passed and sheltered little me had ventured out! Out! Into the vast unpredictable world of normal social interaction and social media. Between access to the online realm and friends much more knowledgeable than I was I picked up a few things. I may have been a socially anxious nerd, but I was a good listener.
My second vibrator was purchased online. A blue thing that crapped out at around week two. Let's just say it's one of many reasons I don't do much shopping at...certain places *Cough* Adam&Eve *Cough* However, that unfortunate purchase did come with a free gift in the form of a small purple vibrator. Served me quite well Ol' twisty did. ...That was a little weird huh?
Anyway! Now I purchase vibrators, as well as most of my toys, from a nice local shop. And oh how far we have come. Vibrators are now multi-setting, waterproof, rechargeable(best.thing.ever.), remote controllable, every color in the rainbow, and in more shapes and sizes than ever before. What a time to be alive.
Perhaps an odd topic, but it's been on my mind. Sometimes tracking the improving quality of sex products is a lot like tracking the improving quality of my own sexual journey.