Next weekend, I will be attending a "Passion party".
Words can not even express THE PURE JOY I feel inside of my heart (and, let's be honest, my vagina is pretty darn excited too.)
I have never been to one of these parties, but I once had a friend whose mother sold sex toys and such and man, did we have fun looking at them and trying to figure out what they were for. (We were pre-teen and very curious.)
I can GARUANTEE YOU that I will be laughing during the entire presentation because as much as I like to talk about my vagina and boinking, I will be very uncomfortable in a room filled with unfamiliar vaginas.
How WEIRD is it going to be when they start talking about BEN-WA BALLS (ha! ha! HAHA!) and I make eye contact with some woman who is thinking about buying them and I know she very well may be WALKING AROUND WITH SILVER BALLS UP IN HER TWAT?
The funny thing is that I remember seeing those in my friend's mom's collection of sex toys and I HELD THEM IN MY HANDS whilst pondering what a person could possibly do with cold, silver balls that would make them feel good in the places I wasn't supposed to know about yet.
I get it now! BENWABALLS!
BALLS!
I am going to FREAK OUT, PEOPLE.
Especially if they whip out THE LOVE SWING.
As if the swing itself isn't enough to make me laugh until I piss myself, take a gander at the "description."
Suspend your partner at the perfect height for making love standing or in those tricky positions that normally hurt your knees or back. Moving your partner is effortless, providing you both more energy for passion.
My first question on that one will be, "What's the weight limit?" Because, does that look like it could safely hold ALL OF THIS? I mean, I think at my weight, one would have to have vaulted ceilings to NOT HIT THE GROUND the minute one sat down in anticipation for some KAH-RAAZY VERTICAL BOINKING.
I have seriously reverted back to around the age of 11 where I do not find these things sexy or exciting but,um, TOTALLY HILARIOUS.
I'm already dying here and there are still 8 DAYS until I actually am sitting in a room with women I don't know looking at products that are going to quite possibly TOUCH AND OR BE STUCK INSIDE OF OUR VAGINAS.
There is no possible way I can be mature about this. I know, some of you are thinking "get a grip, woman, it's not a big deal." But, I have lived a sheltered life, a life in which my father was a pastor and um, we didn't talk about "down there".
The BEST PART about this is that right after The Party? We're hopping in a limo and GOING CLUBBING.
Think about that for a minute.
Three o'clock, I'm all "So, what you're telling me is that I stick that up me twat, and then bend over backwards whilst he's licking this bubblegum oil off of my boobs?" Two hours later I'm in a club, on a dance floor, with strangers. Do you have any idea how much I'm going to want to run around telling everyone what I just learned?
"HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF BEN WA BALLS? DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU PUT THEM? WANT ME TO TELL YOU? HAHA!"
Y'all? This is has the potential to be the greatest night of my entire life.
I married a bonafide pervert and I spent our first couple years together with my jaw on the floor. I didn't even know a fraction of these things were out there. Oh. My. God.
So I know all about those things and more and I spend most my life trying to keep my husband from buying and/or using such things on me.
I'm surprised we don't have a trapeeze in our bedroom...