Upcoming Episodes on the Queerie Bradshaw Podcast

About 6 months ago, I launched the Queerie Bradshaw podcast and then it fell to the wayside like most things did in 2013 because, let’s face it, it’s hard to get any work done when you’re grieving.

But 2014 is my year of productivity, and my goal is to bring accessible, judgment-free, comprehensive sex education to the masses to make each and every one of you feel confident, comfortable and content in your skin as you are right now, this very second.

To do that, I’m branching out into other media forms beyond writing, to reach as wide of an audience as possible, which includes updating my YouTube channel and podcast weekly.

I’ll announce the YouTube channel schedule later this month, but for now, here’s what’s coming up on the Podcast.

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Upcoming Episodes of the Queerie Bradshaw Podcast*:

New episodes every Thursday! Subscribe via iTunes or download at Podcast.QueerieBradshaw.com.

  • May 8 – Superhero Sex Shops and Safe Sex Toys with JoEllen Notte (The Redhead Bedhead)
  • May 15 – Fat Sex and Body-Positivity with Ashely Manta and Elle “Lady Cheeky” Chase
  • May 22 – Gaggle of Guests, with Epiphora, Mona Darling, Queeraschino Cherry, Kate McCombs, JoEllen Notte, Lorax of Sex and more!
  • May 29 – Sex Toy Reviewing with Epiphora and Lorax of Sex
  • June 5 – Ask the Dominatrix Mommy Blogging Life Coach with Mona Darling
  • June 12 – All About SexGeekdom with Kate McCombs
  • June 19 – Phone Sex Tips with Ashley Manta
  • June 26 – The Best Sex Toys for Your Body with Epiphora

Past episodes you may have missed:

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Don’t use iTunes? Download all episodes or listing online at Podcast.QueerieBradshaw.com.

*Note, many of these podcasts are a part of my #SexEdHangout series, where I ask experts in the field of sex, sexuality, gender and gender identity your questions live in Google Hangouts. See all past shows at YouTube.com/QueerieBradshaw. Email Info@QueerieBradshaw.com with questions or suggestions for upcoming guests.

Like what you hear? Subscribe to my podcast on iTunes AND to my YouTube channel. The more subscribers I have, the more funding I can get to keep making accessible sex education and quality entertainment.

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May Is National Masturbation Month and I Can’t Celebrate, But You Can For Me

Oh that little thing right there? That’s nothing, just a giant ball of something hanging out in my uterus.

My uterus blown up

The doctors found it by sticking a tube into my cervix and filling my uterus up with fluid, then shoving a probe in my vaginal cavity simultaneously, while I screamed in pain and begged them to stop.

It was probably the least fun thing my body has ever been through.

Unfortunately, they think that ball, as large as it seems in the photo, is too small and innocuous to be causing all the abdomen pain I’ve been in, so we haven’t decided if we’re going to abort the lesbian spawn of Satan growing inside of me, or just see where it runs its course.

Meanwhile, I’m in for more tests, all of which seem to leave me in more pain than when I started and with little to no desire to have anything up my vagina ever again. I tried masturbating two days ago and it hurt so badly to orgasm that I thought about joining a nunnery.

Hail Mary, Full of Grace

Hail Mary, Full of Grace

But, just because I can’t physically participate in Masturbation Month May (unlike National Clitoris Day, I didn’t make this one up, just ask Twitter),  doesn’t mean I can’t suggest items ways for all of you to enjoy it!

In fact, I would love it if you all could masturbate for me! Dedicate an orgasm to my wounded, extended, parasitic twin carrying uterus!

Help me live vicariously through you by masturbating in some of my favorite ways.

1. The romantic evening alone.

As cliche as it sounds, I love to light some candles, put on some sensual music, draw myself a bath and relax in the tub. Here are some things that help make that experience even better.

2. The loving assist.

My partner has a lower sex drive than I do, so sometimes I feel like an orgasm when she’s rather spent. In those instances, she rubs my breasts while I touch myself. It’s one of my favorite things to do and a way for us to be intimate without having to fully engage in more exhausting kinds of sex.

5. The quarter-pounder (hold the cheese).

Sometimes, you don’t want all that romance. Sometimes, you just want to pound yourself. For those instances, I like to grab one of my favorite dildos.

4. The ride ‘em cowgirl.

Sometimes, I just want to ride something. Unlike Epiphora, I haven’t been lucky enough to be gifted a Sybian sex machine, so I’ve made one myself out of my Liberator wedge. Just grab a dildo with balls and shove the balls into the pocket for the Magic Wand, then enjoy the ride! You can obviously also just keep the Magic Wand (or my favorite the Bodywand) and ride that as well, if that’s more your style.

5. The quickie.

When time is scarce, I usually just use my hand, but sometimes, when things just aren’t working, I grab my We-Vibe Tango, Bodywand or other powerful massager and wham, bam, thank you ma’am.

 

Dammit, all this talk about masturbating has made me horny.  Oh well, hopefully they’ll figure out what’s causing this pain sooner rather than later. Until then, thanks for masturbating in my honor!

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Happy Anniversary, Baby, Let’s Go to the Emergency Room, a.k.a. Love in the Time of Maladies

This afternoon, doctors are going to stick a straw into my cervix, fill my uterus up with water and try to see if they can figure out why my lower abdomen has been hurting for so long.

This is not how I planned on spending my anniversary with Alex.

This is not the nighty I had planned for our anniversary.

This is not the nighty I had planned for our anniversary.

About a year ago, this amazing person came into my life, swept me off my feet, and made me believe in things I’d long since thought to be fairy tales of my youth.

Quietly writing while she builds a fire on one of our first camping trips.

Quietly writing while she builds a fire on one of our first camping trips.

From our first date – which took us 8500 feet in the sky on an aerial tram to hike in the woods during the day, then down to sea level again for camping under a dark sky full of falling meteors – we’ve been adventurers, companions on each other’s quest to see, experience and grow.

Stopped to photograph our mutually favorite flower while exploring the desert.

Stopped to photograph our mutually favorite flower while exploring the desert.

This is the first time I’ve reached the year mark in a relationship and wanted to take it farther. Usually, I’m fleeing the scene of the crime right about now, but I find myself nurturing this thing with Alex, instead of murdering it like I’ve done with so many relationships in the past.

It’s not that I’m less scared, insecure or crazy (literally, not figuratively) with Alex than I have been with other partners, it’s just that she fits me better than anyone else ever has, grounding me in our mutual desire to grow, heal and explore every aspect of ourselves. She is my easy silence, my rock when the ground feels shaky, my life vest when the tempest of grief and depression tosses me out to sea.

She is the support I didn’t realize I so desperately needed in my life.

Walking in a Winter Wonderland. Well, more like trying to not get lost in a snowstorm.

She has taught me how to simply be silent.

All through my brother’s cancer roller-coaster, his girlfriend Em stood by his side, holding his hand and boosting his spirits.

Even after the doctors removed his jaw, she was there for him every night after work, and the two of them wrote back and forth to each other in his bed, laughing and enjoying each other’s company as best as they could. His life was horrifically hard those last few weeks, the pain unbearable, but his face still lit up every time he saw her and she still loved that face until the bloody end, even though it barely resembled the boy she fell in love with months before.

Double dessert the night before having his jaw removed.

Double dessert the night before having his jaw removed.

After my brother died, I tried dating, but no one seemed to support me the way I needed it. Everyone tried to fix me instead of just letting me be broken, they didn’t get that I will never be put back together again, at least not in the way I used to be. They didn’t understand that I needed time and patience to build a strong foundation from the pieces of rumble that had become my life.

And most of all, none of them were like Em. None of them felt like the kind of person who would find a way to make me laugh, even when it had become physically impossible to do so, and hold me even when my body was covered in tubes, scars and gaping wounds.

My sister, brother and nieces, right after we found out his cancer was back and his chances of surviving were slim.

My sister, brother and nieces, right after we found out his cancer was back and his chances of surviving were slim.

Alex was different than the others from the beginning, someone who got grief and understood the personal exploration and growth that comes with it. She’s seen my demons and still loves me wholly, and she takes care of me without making me feel like I can’t take care of myself.

Last week, when I refused to go to the doctor but still winced in pain every time I moved, Alex was the one who got me to Urgent Care, the one who then drove me to the ER when they thought my appendix was acting up, the one who stayed by me as they stuck needle after needle in me trying to get blood even though she usually faints at the sight of it, the one who kept me entertained for seven hours as they poked, prodded, scanned and evaluated me in the freezing cold hospital nook.

She wrapped blankets around me, reminded me I didn’t have to be brave, that I could admit this all hurts and is really shitty, and even understood my need to document everything in my life and took photos of me for Instragram.

I make this gown look good.

I make this gown look good.

She was my Em.

And while abdominal pain is nothing compared to having your jaw removed, the past few weeks of doctors visits reassured me that Alex is the kind of person who would stand by my side through anything life threw at us.

She's almost a foot taller than I am. I mostly keep her around just because of that.

She’s almost a foot taller than I am. I mostly keep her around just because of that.

We left the ER at 4am, our flight to Eugene, Oregon for our planned anniversary celebration left at 6am. The week we were supposed to spend hiking saw us visiting doctors for more tests, and lounging on the couch watching cheesy romantic comedies and reruns of Bianca Del Rio on RuPaul’s Drag Race.

How we spent our anniversary. The popcorn was delicious.

How we spent our anniversary. The popcorn was delicious.

Alex and I are getting a sublet together this summer, giving living together a trial period to see if it’s something we can figure out. I’m scared at sharing my space with another human being – especially one so attractive that I find myself distracted from my work while they’re around – but I pride myself in working through my fears, and this relationship is worth trudging through insecurity to keep it going.

Alex and I on a train from Portland to Eugene. She's my favorite travel partner.

Alex and I on a train from Portland to Eugene. She’s my favorite travel partner.

Alex is out getting my car an oil change. She left so I could get some writing done before I’m out of commission and lying on the couch for another few days, looped up on the Vicodin the doc said I’ll need after the procedure this afternoon.

She gets me, as a writer, business woman and lover. She knows that the next few days of “doing nothing” will make me antsy and drive me wild, so she’s helped me make sure I get a lot done today and will remind me of that when I’m asking for my laptop to work during an ultrasound (true story… happened in the ER). She’s reminded me that I’m still adorable, even though I feel horrible, and she’s held me even though I’ve sworn I’m not scared and don’t need a hug.

It’s not the anniversary I planned, but in a way, it’s what I needed to take the next steps in our lives together. I hate that we’ve been through this, but there is something comforting in knowing that even through hospital visits and straws up my cervix, we can still have a good time, laughing at life, pushing through the hard, and loving each other even more for it.

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Why All Bloggers Should Care About BookCon’s Lack of Diversity

Book Expo America (“BEA”) is the leading North American publishing event, bringing publishers, authors, distributors and readers together in one location, the force of which sets standards for the whole publishing industry.

In an attempt to bring more readers to BEA, producers of the event created BookCon (formerly Power Readers Day), where readers can interact with their favorite authors at panels, Q&As, and book-signings.

That is, if their favorite authors are straight, white men.

28 out of the 29 guest authors on BookCon’s original line-up were white. The other was Grumpy Cat.

Read more about why diversity in publishing matters to bloggers and what we can all do to help fix this problem on my longer post over at BlogHer.com.

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Ten Words to Use Instead of Insane, Crazy, Lame, Gay or Retarded

Lately, I’ve found myself appalled at the derogatory language I use on a daily basis without even realizing it is derogatory.

That movie was so lame.
Woah, this line to Inn-N-Out is crazy.
Her outfit is totally insane.

I’m ashamed that – as someone who has bastioned the use of “gay” to mean homosexual, fabulous, happy or any of its actual definitions instead of an insult, and who quit using “retarded” a long time ago – it took a conversation I only by chance happened upon on Twitter for me to take a moment to even notice the issues with lame, crazy and insane (crazy and insane are words that degrade people with mental illness, and lame is an ableist term).

Oh well, we all have something to learn, and this was my lesson of the week. The only thing I can do is change my language from now on.

The problem is, how? Insane, crazy and lame are sadly an integral part of my vocabulary. When I tried to take them out, I found gaps in my conversation.

About a year ago, I tried to stop using “pimp” and found myself with the same problem. The minute I said no to pimp, it was all I wanted to say! What I did was find a go-to word to replace it, something I could quickly access instead.

For “pimp” that was easy, I was using it to mean “promote” so I just did a quick switch of the two words in my head. But I use lame, crazy and insane in varying ways, so a quick one word switch didn’t work for them.

Instead, I made a list of ten words to use instead, and I’m sharing them here with you all in case you too need some inspiration. Thanks to someone on Twitter (I don’t remember who but I thank you!) for helping me get started with “absurd.”

Ten Words to Use

 

10 Go-To Words to Use Instead of Crazy, Gay, Retarded, Lame or Insane

  1. Absurd
  2. Ridiculous
  3. Odd
  4. Silly
  5. Ludicrous
  6. Illogical
  7. Tedious
  8. Dull
  9. Grotesque
  10. Laughable

Not only do I feel like I’m not degrading someone’s experience or abilities by using these words, I also feel like I’m making better use of the complex English language, instead of just relying on easy slang.

What words are you trying to avoid? What words do you use instead?

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Belly Aches, a.k.a. Fat-Shaming Has Made Me Afraid to Go to The Doctor

There is a sharp pain in my right side and I refuse to go to the doctor about it.

Here is why:

When I was 7, I went to my first fat doctor.

I remember sitting there naked with my father who had brought me in and having these two older men of power judge my young, female body in a way that felt like such a violation of my whole being.

The doctor talked to my father, around me, asking why one of my nipples was different than the other. I remember my father embarrassingly telling the doctor that I played with the bigger one constantly.

Then the doctor wrote down a diet plan, handed it to my father, and told me that if I ever wanted a boyfriend when I grew up, I needed to lose weight.

He then also told me I’d never be able to breast feed my future children if I didn’t stop playing with my nipple. After that, a nurse took my blood and gave me a lollipop for being good.

My mother never seemed to be in any photos, just taking them.

Me, at 7. I’m the chubby exhibitionist in the back.

When I was 13, I got an ovarian cyst.

It was my second time having one, so I knew what I was feeling. It hurt when I walked, it was halfway through my menstrual cycle and the pain was almost unbearable when I pressed against my side.

Still, the young male doctor who pushed his fingers far inside me without a warning and pressed firmly right on the spot where it hurt most of all, didn’t believe me. He made me out to be a hypochondriac, blamed the pain on period cramps (even though I was mid-cycle), and said one cyst was rare enough at my age, the chances are I didn’t have another one.

“I can’t feel one,” he said, “not that I could with your belly in the way.”

He then offered me a prescription for the diet pill Fen/Phen and pointing out my abnormal nipple and pubescent breast growth to a student nurse in the room.

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I was definitely chubby as a kid. And gay. Oh so gay.

When I was 18, I got another ovarian cyst.

And it felt like a repeat of the same nightmare. Again, the young male doctor couldn’t feel anything through my belly and his frustration was taken out by literally yelling at me to lose weight. I yelled back that I wanted an ultrasound and, sure enough, there it was, a massive inflamed cyst.

He still refused to do anything about it and I stayed in bed for two weeks in pain.

When I was 26, my mother got diagnosed with breast cancer and blamed it on her love of ice cream.

Because weight is a factor her doctor listed on reasons why women get breast cancer. She’s also blamed her hesitation to go out in the sun, because lack of Vitamin D is also one of the listed reasons.

When I was 28, I went into Planned Parenthood for an STI screening and got a lecture about my weight.

“You’re doing something about that whole weight thing, right?” the female doctor said, looking at my chart, not at me. “Getting exercise?”

“I ride my bike everywhere and walk for at least an hour a day,” I said, which was true. I had just found out my (thin, considered healthy until he got cancer) brother was going to have his jaw removed, so I was constantly moving my body to keep away the tears.

“Well, make sure you get some cardio in there,” she said, closing my file and dismissing me.

When I was 29, my brother died, and I lost weight, and everyone congratulated me on it.

When I gained it back months later, my aunt warned me about eating my feelings. Then handed me a dozen cupcakes she had brought by for my family.

Just last week, my perfectly healthy friend died of a heart attack.

She was thin and athletic her whole life, the daughter of two physical education teachers. Every doctor I go to warns me that I will die young if I don’t lose weight, but I’ve been to three funerals in two years of people under age 30, all of which were thin.

And yet here I am, still alive.

Photo from my daily walk along the beach, which I do to decompress and keep my body in motion.

Photo from my daily walk along the beach, which I do to decompress and keep my body in motion.

 

There has been a persistent pain in my side for 36-hours and yet because it is in my belly, in my fat, I am afraid to go to a doctor. I am afraid of the poking and prodding into my self-consciousness, afraid that I will waste my time only to hear my issue being blamed on my belly’s size.

At some point, if this pain doesn’t go away, I’ll have to brave a doctor, but for now, I’d rather deal with an unknown pain in my side than step into the nightmare of the doctor’s office.

Photo by J.Robert Williams.

Photo by J.Robert Williams.

 

P.S. Here’s the great conversation that happened when I tweeted out “I hate how much I hesitate to go to the doctor for my stomach issues because I know they’ll just fat shame me.”

 

Having a bad day? We’re giving out free hugs!

Also check out my past post on the #NotYourGoodFatty movement on Twitter.

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Seven Sexy Things to Do With Your Tax Refund

Taxes are a pain in the ass, but like it or not, they’re due today for Americans. If you’re one of the lucky people who got tax refunds (I owe this year – being self-employed is not always sunshine and porn), here are some suggestions for what to do with that extra cash.

1. Save it.

Seriously. To me, one of the sexiest things anyone can do is plan for the future and be fiscally responsible. Here are things I try to have money set aside for (key word try, as a writer, it’s very difficult to have a money buffer):

    • Trips.
    • Retirement (it’s never too early to save for that).
    • A homestead with loads of goats and chickens.
    • A rainy day.

I also try to pay off my debt when possible. Check out Suze Orman’s tools for some tough love advice and help on financial planning. She has a great way of figuring out if you can actually afford to buy something.

2. Have a Staycation

If you’re going to spend that money, spend it on something amazing, like staying in and taking care of yourself. Here are some ideas:

    • Book a hotel room. Raid the mini-bar and watch cheesy in-room movies.
    • Get yourself some of GoodVibe’s body-safe, sex-initiating body rubs, bath bombs and massage bars. Whether used alone or with a special friend, they’re a great way to take your relaxation to a new level.
    • Grab yourself a massage or acupuncture treatment.
    • Visit a local place you’ve never seen. Travel your city like a tourist.

3. Buy Some Quality Porn

Most free stuff on the Internet is crap and steals its content (with the exception of WoodRocket), so you should avoid it. Instead, this tax season treat yourself to some quality porn. Here are some of my favorites:

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4. Get a New Book

I’m a sapiosexual, so I think reading is sexy and often spend extra cash on new books. If you’re looking for some ideas for must-read queer literature (or Qliterature as I call it), check out this post on the subject.

I’m also a big fan of audiobooks and recently really loved Elizabeth Gilbert’s Signature of All Things, which isn’t necessarily about sex but has some brilliant commentary on it. It’s long but worth it.

From NYTimes Book Review. Main character from Signature of All Things.

Also, the Harry Potter series on audiobook is the best thing that’s ever happened to my ears.

5. Grab Some Outdoor Gear

Ok, so my inner dyke is shining through with this one, but seriously, the weather is getting to be perfect for spending all day every day outside.

    • Buy a National Parks Pass. Two people can sign it so you can share it with a friend or your partner! The pass is good for one car and you can put as many people in that car as you want, so fill your Subaru to the brim and go explore.
    • Pretty much anything at REI is a justifiable purchase in my opinion. Choose a new sport to try this summer!
    • Buy a bike. I highly suggest adding some streamers to its handlebars. They make me feel like I’m going so fast.
    • Check out these outdoor adventure ideas on Pinterest. Also, I highly suggest the book Glamping by Mary Jane for those who, like me, like to femme it up while roughing it.
My kind of camping.

My kind of camping.

 6. Upgrade Your Sex Toy Collection

Give your bedside table a bit of an upgrade with some of my favorite toys:

7. Donate to Your Favorite Charity

Start your tax breaks for next year now while supporting important causes. If you need ideas of great places, here are some I love and support:

Also check out the massive giveaway JoEllen Notte (The Redhead Bedhead) is doing on her site as a fundraiser for her friend with cancer.

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Click on the image and you can go to the giveaway fundraiser.

Well those are all of my ideas. How are you planning on spending your refund?

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Missed My Panels at Catalyst Con East? These Storify Threads Will Fill You in on All the Great Info!

Catalyst Con East was March 14-16 and, true to the theme of the conference, many conversations about sexuality were sparked.

I spoke three times: once as a panelist on the opening keynote, once as a moderator presenter for the The Business of Blogging About Sex workshop and once as a moderator for the discussion Queering the Law: Important Issues Beyond Gay Marriage.

Very excited to be a keynote speaker at Catalyst Con East.

Very excited to be a keynote speaker at Catalyst Con East.

My energy level after speaking that many times dropped drastically (leading me to write this piece about staying in to cry Saturday night of the conference), and I didn’t get a chance to put together a round-up of the conversations. Luckily for all of us, Catalyst Con did it for me through Storify.

To view all of the conference threads, check out Catalyst Con’s Storify page.

My name was on the banner for the keynote!

My name was on the banner for the keynote!

Oh, and also! I hosted a sexual educators Google Hangout, which you can watch on my YouTube channel, and which sparked the Sex Ed Hangout series. Click here to see the series lineup and ask your questions of our sex educators.

Chatting with the world about sex.

Chatting with the world about sex.

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HuffPost Live: What America Gets Wrong About Sex, featuring Joan Price, Margot Harris and Me

Yesterday, I was invited onto HufPost Live to discuss what America gets wrong about sex. Twenty minutes weren’t nearly enough to cover the topic, but I think we did a pretty good job considering our time restraint.

Cheers to my co-panelists Joan Price and Margot Harris for a great conversation.

For more on the article and the interview, check out HuffPost Live.

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Stuff We Love: We-Vibe Tango – Including a Giveaway!

I love the Tango by We-Vibe so much that I’m giving one away! So scroll down to enter to win.

Nope that's not a new lipstick color, it's a new vibrator!

Nope that’s not a new lipstick color, it’s a new vibrator!

OVERVIEW: My new favorite travel companion, the We-Vibe Tango is pure power built into a sleek, compact, waterproof, rechargeable body.

  • Overall Bang for the Buck: 5/5
  • Aesthetics: 5/5
  • Durability: 5/5
  • Kinkiness: 1/5
  • Comfort/Ease of Use: 4/5
  • Realism: N/A
  • Care/Cleanliness: 5/5
  • Partner Play: 3/5
  • Self Love: 5/5
  • The Big “O”: 5/5

Extra added bonus video review!:

These past few weeks have been both exhilarating and exhausting. My career has launched forward while my grief has pulled me back down, and the juxtaposition of the two has me on a roller coaster of emotional tension.

A tension I happily got to release thanks to the We-Vibe Tango.

Everything that comes with your Tango.

Everything that comes with your Tango.

I’m not usually much of a vibrator person, and when I had a Magic Wand, I used it mostly for sore muscles. But sometimes, you just need to get off without having to do much more than hold something against your clit.

It looked so small, I assumed it wouldn't have much power. I was wrong!

It looked so small, I assumed it wouldn’t have much power. I was wrong!

I judged a book by its cover when it came to the Tango. While I don’t like the jack-hammering of harder-core plug-in vibrators like the Magic Wand, I also need something more than the subtle buzz I usually get from smaller bullet vibes.

Tango is not subtle.

Oh god, is Tango not subtle.

You can't quite tell, but it's vibrating my whole hand it's so strong!

You can’t quite tell, but it’s vibrating my whole hand it’s so strong!

This tiny little thing, that fits in my tiny little hands, built me up in a way some toys three times its size haven’t been able to do. I loved the multi-speed settings and the variations in vibrations, as you can see in the video review above.

My only issue with the Tango is how much packaging and waste is thrown out. I understand that companies need to have good marketable boxes for their toys, but the Tango doesn’t need to overcompensate with such a big box. At least it’s all recyclable, though, I’ll give We-Vibe that.

Too much waste.

Too much waste.

The We-Vibe is so subtle and so sleek, I plan on taking it everywhere with me now, including into the tub because I just found out that it is completely waterproof! It also can fit into the base of dildos (tried it on a few Tantus ones, fit like a charm) for people who like to have vibration during penetration.

It comes in pink (check out Epiphora’s rant on why the hell all sex toys for women have to be pink) and blue, and can be bought at SheVibe.com, Babeland.com, GoodVibes.com, or your local sex-positive retailer (check out How to Spot a Great Sex Shop – And Survive a Bad One by JoEllen Notte (The Redhead Bedhead).

Oh and last added bonus! It comes fully charged, so you don’t have to wait. AND that charge last a long time. Mine only just today started flashing on the bottom to let me know it was time to plug in.

All you gotta do is open the box and you're good to go!

All you gotta do is open the box and you’re good to go!

 

Want to win a Tango from We-Vibe to be your very own?

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Big thanks to We-Vibe for providing the Tango for the giveaway!

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