Archive for June, 2009


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Pleasurists is your round-up of the adult product reviews that came out in the last seven days from bloggers all around the sex blogosphere. Did you miss Pleasurists #32? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #34? Submit it here before Sunday June 21st at 11:59pm PDT. Please re-post this list on your own blog if listed.

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I posted a review of the ShockSpot fucking machine a few weeks ago.  In it I said that the ShockSpot had a four-inch thrust, which is simply not enough.  This information was out of date; the ShockSpot’s designers have upgraded to a six-inch thrust.

This is the problem with reviewing devices that are made by tinkerers.  The folks who invented the ShockSpot, like the folks who invented the HugHer, are constantly twiddling with their products.  If there’s something wrong with the current design, you can wait a few weeks and there will be a new version with an improved design.

Restless minds, never content to say that what they have is “good enough.”  Gotta love ‘em.

I need to re-examine the upgraded ShockSpot in closer detail before I can give more detailed feedback.  It does look to me like the inventors are still asking the wrong questions.   They ought to be asking “what do people need from a fucking machine and its interface?”  But instead they’re asking “how can we engineer our machine so it can communicate with more and more high-tech gadgets? How can we design our machine to make it an mp3 player, a video camera, and a microwave oven?”

The ShockSpot crew still seems to be missing two key principles.  One of them is the design principle known as “transparency.”  The idea here is that the technology should be so unobtrusive that it seems to be invisible.  Not every gadget is supposed to be transparent — for instance, part of the value of the iPhone is that it’s a status symbol.  You pull an iPhone out of your pocket and everyone knows you’re the kind of person who has an iPhone.  Looking at your iPhone, tapping the screen, lets everyone know you’re tech-savvy and trend-aware.  You’re hip, au courant, and well-to-do.  The iPhone is NOT transparent, and it’s not meant to be.

The interface for your fucking machine should be transparent.  You want your energy and attention focused on your partner, not on your interface.  It’s absurd to be gazing at a screen in the middle of sex.

And, unless voice-control technology has advanced in ways I’m not familiar with — which CAN happen — then voice-control is clumsy and slow, no more “transparent” than a touchscreen interface you need to stare at.

The other principle is what Heidegger called “vorhandenheit.”  Vorhandendheit is the quality of being to-the-hand.  A hammer fits into your hand like an extension of your body.  Learn to use a sword, and you can swing it in the dark; over time, it becomes a part of you, your second nature.  This is how our bodies work, our hands and nervous systems.  Touch grows more confident over time, and the objects in one’s hand become extensions of your body.

To understand vorhandenheit, one doesn’t need to search for examples as esoteric as a samurai holding his katana.  Watch any kid with a PlayStation or an Xbox.  They don’t need to look at the controller and decide which button to push, which trigger to pull.  It’s second nature; they see and hear things, and their hands respond, instantly, expertly.

The ShockSpot has many interfaces — high-tech, impressive interfaces, like BlueTooth, smartphone, voice-control, and so on.  But with each of these interfaces, even a seasoned user is going to have to take time away from the action, and focus instead on the interface.  None of them will ever become vorhanden.

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I also accused the makers of promoting their product through deceptive marketing.  I suggested that they made posts on the internet pretending to be consumers raving about their own product.  The makers have denied this.  I’m not sure I believe them.

A weekly roundup of news items involving sex toys.  I am hoping to gain a better understanding of the role of sex toys in contemporary life, and to observe subtle trends.

At the Queer Women of Color Festival, attendees will have the opportunity to watch a short film that asks the question, What to Do After A Break-up….with the S#x T@ys.

The left-leaning political website Alternet condemns states that outlaw sex toys, in a roundup of 15 Shocking Tales of How Sex Laws Are Screwing the American People.

Morbidity and gossip meet in the discourse around the death of actor David Carradine.  Shoshana Arazy, the owner of Susie’s Delights in Tarzana, California, announced that Carradine had been a frequent shopper there, and even shared a list of his favorite shopping items.  Let’s hope the store’s other patrons are aware of their confidentiality policy.

“A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do,” says Blake to Olivia, after finding her shopping for sex toys.  Soap operas aren’t what they used to be.

cnet tv reports that developers can use the new iPhone 3G as a sex toy.  Users can program their own patterns in the vibration. Gizmodo wrote about this in March, exploring the ramifications.

The San Francisco Weekly blogs about locally-held patents for sex toys.

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Pleasurists is your round-up of the adult product reviews that came out in the last seven days from bloggers all around the sex blogosphere. Did you miss Pleasurists #31? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #33? Submit it here before Sunday June 14th at 11:59pm PDT. Please re-post this list on your own blog if listed.

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Madame Editrix

Scarlet Lotus St. Syr

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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #168? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Every Time You Orgasm, An Angel Gets Its Wings
“There is nothing that screams “fuck you” to the pain and the hurt in the world than screaming “fuck me” to the person in your bed.”

HNT: Spanked
“I wasn’t sure how I felt about him. But tonight, I was sure.”

A Thousand Kisses
“This wasn’t enough. I knew that I had to try something else.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Congratulations, you’re invited!

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: Religion

Editor’s Choice
Food, fun and commitment

More below!

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acrylic-main-pic-newMy friend Kristi loved anal sex, and she loved electrical play.  She was terrified of the two together.  The image in her mind was having her ass jolted, screaming.

Half an hour later, she was face-down on my bed, gurgling happily.  The plug was smooth, and it had gone in warm and wet.  I watched the plug move in her butt. “This is so relaxing,” she said.

I’ve done a fairly thorough overview of electrified vaginal plugs, and I thought I’d review some anal electrodes.

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The Plow/Probe

The Plow/Probe

(also known as the Probe Plus.)

This was the first fucking machine I bought.  I was delighted.

I’d made a fuckzall previously, and the women I’d tried it with had responded… well, better than I could have hoped.  There were loud, extreme, extravagant orgasms, knocking furniture over in other states.

So it was only a matter of time before I upgraded.  I chose to buy the eXtreme Plow, a dark and gleaming thing from Orgasm Alley.

I didn’t know that the technology was just minutes away from being out of date.

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I take Heather to Le Central for lunch.  Le Central is a sweet little French restaurant just south of downtown, serving delicacies in an ivy-encrusted back room bathed in sunshine.  Heather is sexy, open, daring.  The hostess seats us, and Heather takes in the room: its gorgeous deep daylight, the abundant greenery.  She grins, and excuses herself to go to the bathroom, but I stop her.

I hand her a small package.  “You’ll know what to do with it,” I tell her, giving her a wicked half-smile.

She heads off.  Inside the package she will find a vial of silicone-based lubricant and an insertable vibrating egg.  I order a cup of coffee.

She returns, grinning, and sits across the table from me.  Maybe she’s a little more aware of the diners at nearby tables, the hum of conversation.  I reach into my pocket, where the remote control is waiting.  I press the button once, and a second or two later Heather emits a sound of delight.

The waitress arrives.  Heather doesn’t know her way around French food, so I order for the two of us.  She shoots me a conspiratorial look, enjoying the covert eroticism of a vibrator secretly buzzing inside her while the waitress enumerates today’s specials.  I press the button again, turning up the power, and Heather gurgles.  The waitress looks at her for a moment, and then I continue the order.

The waitress leaves, returning with my coffee.  It’s a bitter Columbian coffee.  I like it black.  I take a sip and swirl it around my mouth, savoring the warmth, the bitter, the flow of it.  It’s delicious.  I hit the button again, turning up the power.

I point out the decor to Heather, who seems distracted.  She doesn’t seem to take in the details of the room, which is sad, because the room is so pretty.  It has l’esprit de terroir — that spirit of place that can imbue a memory with so much meaning.  No one recalls the details of a dinner at Taco Bell, but here, in the shining back room of Le Central, there’s space to let your mind reach out and touch every corner of the windowed room.

I’m planning to order us some creme brulee for dessert, and I don’t want Heather to go numb before then, so I decide to turn off the vibrator.  And here is where things start to go wrong.

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I like sex toys.  I like combining them in creative ways that make sexy things happen.  I like making simple mechanical upgrades and improvements.

I think it’s time for me to get to work on a project of my own.  To design a sex toy the way I’d like to see a sex toy designed.  Along the way, I’ll get to learn all kinds of things about fabrication, microcontrollers, programming, and so on.

What I have in mind is this: a clitoral toy that incorporates suction, vibration, and electricity.  I know, I know, I already made one of those — the Lightning Rod.  And the Lightning Rod is INTENSE.  But it’s also clumsy and difficult to control, and its trinity of sensations each take place in their own isolated world.

What’s my plan, exactly?

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The UK Fashion Export Awards had a surprising finalist: Myla, a company that sells swimwear, lingerie, and sex toys.

An adult toy store in Kansas is fighting a new state law that would require it to take its billboards down.

Watching reality TV, Newsweek’s Raina Kelley saw a bridesmaid give the bride sex toys at her bachelorette party.  She’s appalled.  Appalled, I say!

The Brooklyn Paper reports on the first anniversary of their local Babeland.

The Journal of Sexual Medicine has published the results of a large-scale study on vibrator use in men and women.

Julia Allison returned to her Alma Mater, and was shocked at the open way they discussed sex toys.

Second Lifers mourn the loss of their sex toys.