Theo, My New Favorite Name

I should say up front that I'm pretty biased when it comes to strap-on harnesses. SpareParts all the way, baby.

But until now I've always just used the Joque harness, cause well, it makes my ass look great, and it's stable. So when they came out with the Theo, a thong-style harness, I was intrigued. I've heard more than my fair share of horror stories involving thong-style harnesses and their plagues of wobbly design, discomfort, and ineffectiveness but could SpareParts manage to fix all of that?

Well, yes.

Just like the Joque harness, the Theo has an adjustable waist band with those genius cinching straps on the sides (for a girl with more curve than narrow they're a godsend) so around your waist, you're going to get a secure and tight feeling without discomfort or fear of it slipping. I bounced, ran, jumped, humped, and frolicked with this thing on and it didn't budge, so you can do just about anything and you'll still be packing around your waist and not your ankles.

Now what about that pesky strap that goes between your legs? This is usually where most harnesses fall apart because this strap is one-size-fits-all, but since we're all shaped differently and have different preferences as to where the harness sits, one-size just doesn't cut it.

Again, ingeniously, SpareParts engineered a strap with alternating snaps so you can adjust it to your size. I prefer a low-sitting harness with the dildo base hitting my pubic bone, so I was able to achieve this by adjusting the snaps. It took a few seconds to get the length right where I wanted it. The only downside I had was that I had the strap short enough that there was part of the excess strap at the back just hanging there. This could be operator error, since there was an additional piece that was included (I just couldn't figure out what this was for) and it didn't really detract from anything I was doing, but for someone else this could be a potential problem. Other than the minor detail, I was really impressed with this harness.

Another thing that intrigued me was that in the marketing for the Theo, they mentioned masturbation. Now I'm not sure about most folks, but I had never thought about a harness as a masturbatory tool until I got to thinking about it. Now this might be the only thing I ever use it for.

Ever craved a hands-free Hitachi session but don't have a partner around? I'm not kidding. All you do is slide the cord of the Hitachi through the pouch and O-ring, and pull the Hitachi Magic Wand through. You're left with a snug, comfortable harness with the happy-end of the Hitachi facing inward and looking right at your vulva. Believe me, it's a great time and your hands are free to do other things. I even inserted a dildo into my vagina and used the strap to hold it in place while going to town with the Hitachi. You could pull this off with the Joque, but it would be a lot harder to hold the dildo in place unless you were riding it, or if it has a suction cup base.

I'm quite sure that there are endless ways to use this thing to help you masturbate.

Also, I'm a size queen. What I mean is, I like having a big dick. The O-ring is stretchy enough to fit up to a 2" dildo (although, I'm pretty sure it could fit a tad larger if you tried) and versatile enough to fit a wide variety of smaller dildos, and since the pouch is open you can also use double-dildos such as the Feeldoe line of products for a more controlled penetrative experience for you and your partner. And, for the packers, you can do that too without a problem.

Now, for those of you who like packing, the Theo can be worn under reasonable clothing (let's be honest, anything will show through spandex) and since it's made from a stretchy, breathable material, you can wear it all day and won't get uncomfortable or have that damp body-heat-plus-trapped-moisture feeling. I've worn mine for hours, even slept in it, and it wasn't uncomfortable at any time.

Did I mention you can also throw it in the washer and clean it?

Yea, you really can. Again, because of the material (Nylon and Polyester-Spandex blend) it's completely washer safe. As someone who gets lube everywhere, I can't begin to tell you how happy I am about this. So not only can you wash it and sanitize it, you can also let a play partner use it, wash it, and not worry about cross-contamination.

Now, I know that leather is a popular material for harnesses. It's true, leather harnesses look stylish and they come in all variety of colors, styles, flexibility, etc. but they just aren't a good material in my opinion. If you're a leather enthusiast, then by all means look for a leather harness. Want something besides leather or a SpareParts harness that is more stylish? Be prepared to sacrifice performance for style. To me, though, the Theo and the Joque are stylish. Stylish enough that I forget I'm wearing them until I look down and see a cock just flopping there, stylish enough that I feel good and sexy wearing it. Granted, it all boils down to personal taste, but I really like the no-frills, sleek design that SpareParts has.

Not to mention, in my most legitimate test (I kid you not) I'll wear my harnesses when I wash dishes.

Really, I'm not kidding.

I'll strap on, cinch up, and go to work washing my dishes. It's really the most enjoyable part of house-cleaning to me. After a few minutes, I forget I have the harness on and I'm just amused with my dick. Ever wash dishes listening to Lady Gaga and dancing along so that your dick sways with the beat?

Yea, you should try it. Dishes will never be the same again.

I'm a comfort and performance girl, and the SpareParts harnesses deliver on both counts. I was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable and sturdy the Theo was. It's a harness that I know will last me for decades. In my opinion it's the best combination of materials, design, and engineering. It's versatile enough to penetrate your partner and give you hands free masturbation, and that's a pretty big deal in my book.

Check out the Theo product page at SpareParts for more information. I have so many good things to say about their products I really can't fit it all in one post, so you can also check out the Joque or the La Palma pages. I haven't tried the La Palma yet, but I'm thinking I'll have to. A dildo harness for your hand? Oh the things I could do.

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Tristan Taormino-- Crossing Borders and Bringing Others With Her

I first met Tristan at Dark Odyssey Summer Camp, she had a workshop on crossing borders and essentially challenging the borders that we set up for ourselves.

In a world where communication and negotiation are at the core to safe and exciting play, participants generally come into a negotiation with pre-defined borders. While knowing your limits is inarguably a good thing, it is possible to box ourselves in and close ourselves off to other experiences that we hadn't considered.

During my initial sexual growth, I'll be the first to admit I was boxed in. I was curious about many many things, but I believed that in order to be happy I had to be in love with a man and have only penis-in-vagina intercourse and that would be that, for the rest of my life. It didn't take long for me to realize that I couldn't be satisfied by that alone.

I was curious but didn't know where to start, being a young teenager, going out and meeting people wasn't an option (I couldn't drive myself) so I looked online. I talked to people in the BDSM and D/s world and found a whole spectrum of relationships and play, multi-faceted dynamics that leave miles of room to grow and explore, I was in love.

Over the years, my borders have grown, so much so that they aren't really borders as much as they are perforated lines. There is a relatively short list of things that I absolutely won't do, and everything else depends on the partner or partners and the dynamic that we have.

Walking into Tristan's workshop, I honestly had no idea what to expect but I told myself I'd be going in with an open mind-- no matter what. The group sat in two rows, slips of paper and pens, along with blindfolds, were sitting on the chairs when we arrived, and my interest was piqued. After introductions we were instructed to write down a fantasy, using as much detail as we wanted. The first thing that came to mind was a pegging fantasy, I don't remember the specific details, but after a few minutes my fantasy was jotted down.

We were then instructed to fold it in half and place it in a box that was passed around. I thought we might have to read a random fantasy aloud to everyone, which was a little nerve-wracking (I'm not a fan of public speaking). Instead, we were told to pick a fantasy from the box, and the front row to turn their chairs around and face the person behind us in the second row. We were to read our chosen fantasy to our partner and then they would ask us questions about the fantasy, asking about details, motivations, and actions. The beauty in this is that we had to adopt someone else's fantasy as our own even if it was something we wouldn't normally consider.

The fantasy I chose was a room with a group of curvy, buxom women encircled around me on their hands and knees, asses facing in with their knees apart. I was on my knees crawling around to each one and giving them pleasure. They then used me how they wished, including golden showers and penetration with strap-ons.

While the strap-ons were no big deal, golden showers are a place where I draw the line. Bodily waste is one of my harder limits and until then I hadn't considered or incorporated it in any fantasy of mine. It was a challenge to adopt that part of it, and to eroticize that type of act. It was a boundary that I was forced to recognize and decide if that was a place where I would be comfortable going. Afterwards I thought about it and decided that it was still a hard limit, but under the right circumstances I would consider it.

By closing ourselves off to something, we essentially miss out on that experience without knowing if it's something we may desire or something that we might benefit from.

Tristan then explained that in the second part of the workshop, there would be people touching/kissing you, and you would be touching/kissing other people, the catch being that the person being touched or kissed wouldn't know who was doing it. She gave the opportunity for anyone who was uncomfortable with this to leave with no judgement, a move that instantly set the foundation for a safe environment for physical contact, because while discussing fantasies may be expected from a workshop, physical contact isn't always incorporated, the offer she made allowed everyone to make a choice for themselves and it was appreciated throughout the group.

The second part of the workshop involved everyone moving their chairs to a circle facing outward. We numbered off into two groups, one group stood while the other sat. The sitting group was instructed to put on the blindfold, ensuring that they couldn't see anything. The standing group was instructed to move left or right according to the card that Tristan held up, and we would move a certain number of people also according to a card. We were to touch the person in front of us, communicating a message with that touch, the message was ours to choose. Every touch I made was meant to impart a feeling of hope and strength, something I was looking for and needing at the time.

Then, the groups switched, and I was touched three times by complete strangers, I never knew who they were, but each touch was different and distinct, and gave you an impression of the person, but not of the gender identity or their anatomy.

We switched again, our instructions this time being to kiss the person we stood in front of. We could kiss anywhere that there was bare skin. Some people chose to be naked, others chose to remain clothed and used additional blindfolds to cover other areas such as their mouth. Once again we wouldn't know who was kissing, and each time I kissed someone my kisses were deliberate, tailored to the person sitting in front of me. A soft gentle kiss to the eyelids, a slow smooth kiss with a flick of the tongue just below the ear, a firm kiss on the shoulder with a bite that increased in pressure as my mouth closed. I was kissed on the forehead, on the lips, and on my jawline, and the only time I knew the gender of the person was when I felt the scratchy whiskers of a beard, and even then I had no way of knowing their identity, they could have very well preferred men.

Attending Tristan's workshop made me realize how little the other person's gender identity or physical anatomy was important to me. It's the philosophy and the feeling that she brings to all of her work. It's a powerful and freeing lesson that once learned is never forgotten. Her message is most prominent in her work directing pornography with Smart Ass Productions. She strips away all of the tawdry and cheap stereotypes that you think of when you hear the word 'porn' and highlights the broad spectrum of human sexuality along with all of the powerful emotions and intimacy. Watching her pornography is like being a fly on the wall in a person's bedroom. All of the performers she chooses are real, varying body types and personalities with genuine chemistry and excitement, they're all excited to be where they are, doing what they're passionate about, and all of it shows. The distinction between a Smart Ass Production and most other porn out there is astounding. It's the difference between two people performing for a camera, and two people being intimate with each-other while a camera is present.

I recently volunteered to review her latest DVD, the Expert Guide to the Female Orgasm, and I was thrilled to watch it not once, but twice, before actually sitting down and writing the review. Her Expert Guide series combines pornography with sexual education, a remarkable feat in itself. Look out for my next post, which will be a review of the Expert Guide to the Female Orgasm.

The Other Side of the Coin

Over the past two months or so I've lost approximately 20 pounds, which is rapid for any person. Other than the obvious health benefits I failed to consider the downsides. After 21 years I had become comfortable in my own skin, I knew what outside stimulants brought specific bodily reactions, I knew how to manipulate my body to get the responses I wanted, namely orgasms.

Of course it all boils down to sex. Sex is my physical outlet, often times through masturbation. Without that outlet there are noticeable and drastic changes both emotionally and physically. I get cranky, bitchy, and all number of other expletives, my back and neck tense more and more, like my whole body is under pressure until eventually I snap. Sex helps me relieve that pressure and keeps my mind clear and my body relaxed.

Logically speaking, losing weight should increase libido but I haven't found that yet. If anything, my libido has decreased. Granted, that could be due to intense emotional strain from the past few months, but typically under stress my sexual needs are more pronounced than anything. Not to mention, even when I do masturbate, my orgasms are a light pop where they used to be a roaring explosion. They're more difficult to bring about and I can't have them in rapid succession like I used to-- something that took years of time to develop for me.

Perhaps it's just because I haven't been as active in masturbation as I used to. Perhaps it's the medications I'm taking now, a slight change in body chemistry could alter any number of things. Or maybe it's just that my body is changing rapidly and it isn't the same long enough for me to figure it out again.

Every day I notice something new. My toes are thinner, and appear much longer and more gangly than they used to. My shoulders are more square and my arms are thinner, the bones in my ankles are more pronounced and my face is less round. I'm sure tomorrow morning I'll see something else I hadn't noticed.

I'm concerned because what if the things my body used to respond to, the things I really enjoy, don't feel the same as they had before? What if my body reacts differently, negatively even? I suppose I'll have to start from scratch again, re-exploring all of the things I had experimented with before. While a fresh start could lead somewhere even better than before, it's disheartening to know that I couldn't enjoy my 'old' self longer.

A few more months down the road and I'll be waking up as an entirely different person, physically anyway.

Well, here's to change, and all the paths of discovery it may open up.

For the Record...

I just want it stated that when I die, I want my toys buried with me. All of them. Namely the Hitachi Magic Wand.

If there is an afterlife, and if the things you are entombed with are the things you can take with you, I want to be prepared.

Ebb and Flow

As with all things, there is a natural and cyclical progression. In my experience, human relationships are no different. Whether we are relating to another person, or to an idea, an expression, a passion, a thing; there always seems to be a time when we need to withdraw, and other times when we need to push ahead. The length of the cycle can vary, a pianist may go years without playing, but eventually, in a long enough time line, they will play again.

Writing, for me, is no different. There is a strong ebb and flow that usually follows the same pattern. Inspiration comes from emotional upheaval, whether it be negative or positive emotions. I'll feel inspired for a few days, then it just won't come as naturally, and I'll settle back in to my normal routine. My words always convey how I'm feeling at the time.

Right now I'm feeling a bit lost. I know where I want to go but right now it's only an idea. I have no guidance, and no path that's been shown to me. It's a largely organic process but it's tiring. I'm 21 years old and I feel as if I have the weight of the world on my shoulders, when really all I have are the weight of my own expectations.

I'm also afraid. Of failure, of letting myself down, of not being the absolute best that I'm capable of. It's frustrating when you know you can do more, but there's a wall around you, and as hard as you search, you can't figure out what that wall is, let alone how to traverse it. I keep telling myself that things will happen in their own time, that forcing myself to do what is necessary when my heart isn't in it would be the worst thing I could do. But I simply don't know right now.

I want to learn, I want to make connections and relate things to each other. Peace for me comes from seeing those interrelated intricacies that seem to be overlooked, from being able to witness things come together, from accomplishing something that I set my mind to.

I know what I have to do. I have to keep moving. I have to let go of what I have here and find somewhere where I can immerse myself in my passions, completely surrounded by what inspires me. I'm just not sure if I'm ready. I'll probably never know when I'm ready. I just hope that I'm not paralyzed where I am. I have come so far, and changed so much to be who I am now. I've sought out what I wanted to learn in order to grow and become what I think I can be, but again, what I want is still so far away.

I'm not doubting my abilities, I'm not doubting who I am. I know what I'm capable of and I know how far I'll go to reach for something. I just wish I didn't have to wait.

Flash!

So, I had to stop masturbating long enough to say some things about the BiMiNi Flash...

I'm not kidding, the porn is still going and everything.

It's this adorable little toy from FunFactory that packs quite a punch, with 9 different intensities from light rumble to full-on bumble and three varying patterns of pulses, it's a rabbit-style design with dual motors and it's rechargeable. No joke, I'm in love.

It's tiny, the whole thing fits on my hand (and I have small hands) and it may look a bit wimpy, but the insertable length is just enough to stimulate all of my goodies, and my clit is happy to boot. Not to mention it's made out of silicone, it's waterproof, and oh yea, it has a super-chic design that just screams German engineering.

I could throw this little toy into any bag, purse included, and not only is it small enough to not cause a scene, but you have to press the on button for two seconds before it starts getting it's groove on, so you don't have to worry about it going off at random times because your chapstick got all up in it's business. I'm half tempted to take it to work, I'm quite serious.

Now it's not the most quiet toy I've ever heard, but it's certainly more discreet than most. At the highest speed setting, it creates quite a buzz, but the lower settings are fairly quiet. It certainly doesn't make the loud noise that a Hitachi produces (well, at least the motors don't make a loud noise) and in all honesty until you get into the higher range of settings, it sounds like an electric toothbrush (so lock yourself in the bathroom with it?).

I love it! It's just too cute and really I can't think of any negatives from my perspective. Now if you're a gal who doesn't like any clitoral stimulation or needs a lot of vaginal fullness for satisfaction, this may not be the toy for you, but with it's wide range of speeds and settings, I'm pretty sure just about anyone could use it and be quite happy with it.

And fellas! I haven't forgotten you. I haven't tested it yet (yet being the operative word) but I'm fairly certain this would make a great buzzy butt toy. It's long enough to reach your prostate but slim enough to not crack open your piggy bank. Oh, and on the lower settings, it would make a great ball massager too. Just saying.

Here's a pic!

Isn't it cute?