A.K.A: Why I own a $400 Platinum Coated Vibrator.
As I’ve already mentioned I managed to snag, the normally $395 JimmyJane Little Platinum for $99 (which to reiterate makes my inner bargain hunter orgasm massively, that’s less then what the Little Chroma normally costs). At that price, I could not resist taking advantage of the deal. Once I purchased it I was left with a decision: Do I actually use the thing or do I leave it in its original packaging and see if I can sell it and turn a profit? The idea of getting off to a vibe made of precious metals is such an opulent thought, the idea also crossed my mind of using it just to say I have (sex toy reviewer version of conquest syndrome?) then putting it up for sale or swap (I know it sounds icky but metal means it can be sterilized). However, after thinking about it I decided not to do either. Why? Because even before it arrived, it had gained major sentimental value in my mind. It had become my little “perversity vibe”. Now if you don’t mind a guy getting a little sentimental over a vibrator allow me to explain (and if you do mind pretend this post never happened and instead enjoy some nice gangbang porn *reasserts society imposed exception of macho-ness*. )
My Little Perversity Vibe
As I have also already mentioned I used to be a right wing Roman Catholic nut job (I know, I know what was wrong with me?). This included the typical puritanical view of sex, and while I may have never actually worn a purity ring all the attitudes it represents (by which I mean patriarchal, sex-negative bullshit) where ones I held. I thought to myself what better way to symbolic represent my break from all that then with a vibrator made of materials usually reserved for anniversary gifts. How un-catholic, not only I’m committing flagrant “self abuse” I’m using a vibrator made of precious metals to do it. Even the fact this isn’t a toy designed for male use doesn’t diminish it symbolic power for me. On the contrary, the idea of having a very special surprise waiting for some future lover, waiting to introduce them to the most decadent of delights, to have something to “corrupt” them with if you will, the notion is both romantic and deliciously perverse. Therefore, I decided to keep the thing to commemorate how far I come and solidify the promise of where I’m going. I haven’t even turned it on yet and it has already gained a place in my heart, as a symbol of the journey:
“ From purity ring to perversity vibe”
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