I have to wonder who the FUCK these lowlifes think they are to tell anyone about your sex life, PERIOD,and to tell your mother? What is wrong with them? This isn’t about you. To me, Tracy, this is a statement about control.

While my BF and I are no longer together, he took great delight not only in shopping for a vibrator with me but also in the rather explosive results. He couldn’t figure my body out, this was the trade off.

After we broke up, I was on the couch last January and succeeded in giving myself fifteen orgasms in a row.

I lay there laughing like a banshee because I’ve rarely had so much fun in my life (at least sexually). Didn’t need anyone around for that to happen.

Kindly show me the man who can do that (um, NO) and I might retire the vibrator. Why anyone would shame anyone else for enjoying one of life’s great gifts speaks to their level of fuckwitticism. If I may coin a word.

It took me YEARS to be happy with my sexuality. Shame is control. Shame is for SHITHEELS.

My bright pink buddy and I have a lovely relationship. I’m not guaranteed a man in my life but I sure as FUCK am guaranteed multiple orgasms. Just as you are, and have every goddamned human right to have. I think this has more to do with puerile male jealousy, as in, I AM THE MAN AND IT’S MY JOB TO MAKE YOU COME. My long, long, long experience has been that very few men have the patience or interest to discover what makes a woman come. And they sure as hell don’t bother after they’ve had their orgasm. And they sure as HELL can’t do it fifteen times in a row.

That’s up to you and me, baby.

Horizon Huntress, prize-winning author, adventure traveler, boundary-pusher, wilder, veteran, aging vibrantly. I own my sh*t. Let’s play!

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