Readers, you’ve wanted to know more about the mystery vintage sex chair. You can finally stop e-mailing us, the sequel is here!
As a content formatter for PornHub, the next months would end up being the most entertaining, traumatic, and mind-bending times in my career.
I recently gave Strip Karaoke a try at the Montreal-based "Bareoke" event and it opened my eyes in a way I hadn’t expected!
Like many women, I’ve struggled with body shame & self-love. So, let’s get back in touch with ourselves. Get back into touching ourselves.
I liked the idea of reconnecting with my Uber driver, sparking what was sure to be a wondrous romance... Until it got scary.
I’ve had quite a few crazy sexual experiences in my day, but nothing comes close to the time I broke my vagina!
The chat rooms of the 90s were an exciting place where I could secretly become the confident, desirable woman I wished I was.
How did I get here? How hard have I worked to get to this point. Wasn’t transitioning supposed to keep me from feeling this way?
Standing there, it was unabashed and awkwardly splayed out like an overly confident park flasher. It was an odd, octopus-shaped chair. But what was it for?
My upbringing taught me lots of things I had to unlearn. My response was to shame myself for having very normal human feelings. There had to be another way.
Throughout the course of this article, I will unload all the lessons I've gathered during my 3-year stint as a clerk in a busy downtown sex shop.