Re: What Were You Sayin' Before You Pulled Down Your Pants...

I'm slowly solidifying myself as the token sex writer for an NYC publication. While talking about sex still makes me blush, writing about it...well, I have zero qualms. So last night I was sent to cover a sex press event about a book, Eco-Sex, and a store, Coco de Mer. I had never been to an actual press event...the type where you walk away with a goodie bag that's almost the equivalent to my rent in prizes (the vibrator was almost $300)...but last night all that changed.

I've always considered myself really open-minded in terms of sex...but I've realized, both in comparison to my handful of kinky friends, and NYC stores, I'm actually only moderately open-minded in this avenue. Last night I interviewed the writer of Eco-Sex, the owner of Coco de Mer and the creator and owner of Jimmy Jane...and I was inspired. Not only by their passion about sustainable sex, but sex in general. I talked in length with the owner of Coco de Mer about women and their inability to admit to masturbation (did I just make you uncomfortable?), and how we can make this an okay topic for conversation. The owner told me about an 80-year old woman who had stumbled into her store by accident and confided in her, reluctantly, that she had never had an orgasm in her entire life. Her husband had been dead for well over a year, and although she never said a negative thing about him, admitted that an orgasm was something she knew nothing of and chalked it up to mere fate that she had stumbled upon this "saving place." The saleswoman recommended the granny a toy or two, and sent her on her way. The next day the woman called the store in tears...tears over her first orgasm...at eighty years old.

Personally, my friends and I cover all topics of sex over brunch (I didn't have to move to NYC for this to be a fact, it's always been so)...to the point where we actually demonstrate certain, er, techniques using a salt and pepper shaker, and sometimes the ketchup bottle, too. So as a woman, a woman's woman, who loves women in all their psychosis and hang-ups, I have a request: don't be eighty to find out what sex is all about...I employ you to start your research now. If your fella doesn't fulfill you, that doesn't mean you're broken, or that he's broken...it just means you need a lil' kick...and masturbation is not a sign of loneliness, but rather a woman who knows what she wants and knows how to get it.

Anyone who reads this blog, knows I'm not one for advertisements, or pushing products or brands on anyone...not my style. But since we're all sexual beings, whether we like it or not, I feel it's imperative to share this information...so there you go. (And if you want to stop reading me over this, then I beg you to do so...)

My next assignment for this unnamed publication: a burlesque class. God help the fella I lure into my boudoir after that lesson...

xo.

Mandy.