Say what you want about the holiday season–“Ugh”, “Cheers!”, “Awh-shucks,” or “Shoot me before the plastic Santas come out!”–but you have to admit, there’s somethin swell and important about giving. Even more so, there’s something even better about giving in the name of pleasure.
My bff (that’s best-friend-forever, for those of you that are missing out by forgetting junior high lingo) has been living and working out in the Cascade Mountains in Washington state in an old coal mining village for the past year 1/2. It is with this friend in tow that I entered my first sex toy shop and starting learning about the world of pretty toys all in the spirit of woman centered self-love. It is alongside her that I learned to call myself a feminist (awh, shucks) and it’s also in community with her that I continue to discover what it means to love honestly, with courage and a helpful supply of vibrators and porn on the side.
So…all those saapy emotions aside (sheesh), earlier this year my bff made the tedious, time consuming journey from mountainous, lush, secluded village to dirty, bustly Chicago in order to spend a lovely handful of days visiting me during a particularly cruddycrud period of my life. During this visit, we got to talkin bout sex toys and I discovered she’d spent a long time gearing herself up for an upgrade to the infamous Rabbit Habbit vibrator. Apparently this dream had been long brewing because it turns out village life doesn’t provide her much opportunity to peruse, research and purchase new sex toys, let alone pack them discreetly and safely in hopes of making the day 1/2 trip back through 2 airports, ferry and bus.
Insert–the beauty of giving. My mission was clear. It was up to me to properly thank her for her trip, her love and her friendship.
Below are excerpts from an email I received from my bff upon the mailed arrival of her lusted-after Rabbit Habbit to her home in the mountains:
      “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to type correctly due to my racing pulse
      and convulsions of giddiness. I just received your package…”
      “Having no sharp tools in our office I jammed a letter opener and scissors through
      the package, holding on to a silent hope ever since I raised the idea. I only opened a crack, then slid my hand       through. I felt around and discovered a suspicious box… I’m not quick to get my hopes up…still…”
      “OH MY GOD. I slammed the door and leapt around our office excitedly,
      thrusting it toward my coworker to share in my joy. I’ll try to go home soon.More later…(I’ve also canceled my       tentative plans for the evening.)”
Cheers to giving in the name of love and pleasure!
happy holidays,
ambryn
