Two things this week features a gorgeous personal essay about one woman’s porn journey, discovering first erotica and then the internet. That’s my favourite thing of this week, and I haven’t found anything super-bad to highlight, so instead I’m going to take the piss out of a vibrator, because sometimes that is fun to do.
The good: a trans woman’s porn journey
In this incredible personal essay, Nadika Nadja describes her personal porn journey – from initial discovery of Nancy Friday’s Forbidden Flowers through exploration of other kinds of porn and learning about herself. It’s a beautifully written piece, that doesn’t shy away from tackling some of porn’s problems, as well as exploring how porn influenced her and inspired her. I loved it because it features so many of those little moments where you find something hot that makes you realise “hey! It’s not just me! I am not alone!”
“This was the era of exorbitantly priced dialup internet on scratchy telephone lines. The alternative was to find an internet parlour in the neighbourhood where, for the price of Rs.60 an hour, you could stay online for at least 40 minutes.
“It was in one such place I first learned that the internet had more Nancy Fridays. And much, much more beyond.”
Read it in full here: “I knew I was home” – a trans woman’s journey through porn, and follow Nadika Nadja on Twitter if you love her excellent writing.
The bad: Tracy’s Dog
I just couldn’t resist this because it was too funny. Dangerous Lilly has just written about Tracy’s Dog – a brand of vibrators (YES REALLY) which is definitely one to avoid.
The weirdest thing about Tracy’s Dog is obviously the name, which I cannot get over and have basically been looking for an excuse to write about for AGES. I’m a cat person, so potentially biased already because I find dogs either appalling or terrifying. But I have polled a sample of two of my dog-loving friends and they have told me that I am not alone in worrying that wanking with what could technically be called a ‘dog toy’ wouldn’t be much fun. But alongside naming their brand after A CREATURE THAT SHITS IN THE STREET, Tracy’s Dog also includes a list of things their vibrator is suitable for, including ‘single lady’, ‘adult party’ and ‘bar flirting’.
BAR FLIRTING.
“I say, madam, your cocktail looks like it needs stirring. May I be of assistance?”
“Well, I – WHAT THE FUCK?! IS THAT A FUCKING VIBRATOR?!”
“Yes. It’s called Tracy’s Dog.”
“You can call it what you like, but I’m calling security.”
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It’s the “bar flirting” it that gets me. In what universe would you take a vibrator out at a bar?
Why Jillian, do you not take your vibrator to the pub all the time? I am CONSTANTLY waggling my Doxy around in Wetherspoons. Sure, people look at me funny, but it’s a great way to get the attention of the bar staff. Unfortunately they usually ask me to leave and never come back. =D
Now my brain is singing Tracy’s Dog to the tune of Stacy’s Mom please advise
Hahaha, Cara Sutra said the same thing a while ago and ME TOO
Show me a woman who uses a vibrator to flirt at the bar and I’ll show you me reconsidering my stance on marriage.