August was the perfect cross between fantastic and frustrating.

Buster and I spent a week at my little brother’s house so I could help him during post-surgery recovery. Our car’s been coughing towards its deathbed, so Buster visited a used car lot – just to ask some questions! – and ended up driving home in a Kia Soul that ticked all our boxes and fits our monthly budget. We had to move bills around and our internet got turned off for three weeks. (The temporary sacrifice was worth it.) I fell into a two week stretch of bad depression. I was blessed with stickers from Woodhull (which I couldn’t attend this year.) We were sent our first fantasy dildo for review. My summertime insomnia got worse. I was too exhausted to masturbate much, too emotionally drained to edit anything I wrote, and had a hard time finding wifi to post it anyway. Buster sent me dick pics from a dirty bathroom and I discovered I have a kink for that. I posted July’s wrap-up post at the very end of August, and I’m starting to think that’s just part of my brand.

Out of the Toy Chest

❤ The folks at Lust Arts – makers of fantastical fuckables like the Lust Burster and Mermaid – sent us a Frank’ Monster, made to our specifications and shipped with a pair of tiny dildo models and some delicious orange chocolate. Because my brother was released from the hospital early, we missed the package’s arrival by less than 10 hours, and had to wait several days before Buster had time to drive home and fetch it. Buster fell in love with it immediately, and that love only blossomed further with its first use. And second. And third. Etc. This toy has been pretty thoroughly tested, y’all. Buster – who always nicknames our toys – christened Frank their Stitched Sweetie.

❤ At the very end of the month, Satisfyer sent two models of their pressure wave toys: the Pro Couples and the Traveler. Buster can use the Couples hands-free, which means it’s a big hit in this household – but it requires you to have genitals that line up with its components perfectly, so you’ve got a lottery’s chance of it actually working for you. (And we’ve only used it as-is, I’m pretty sure when we add strap-on sex to the mix, it’s going to be a disaster.) The Traveler, on the other hand, is like a chibi Hulk: deceptively compact and righteously powerful. I can’t wait to write up my reviews!

❤ I’ve finally figured out how I like to use the Noje G Slim: externally, and lazy as fuck. Its handle provides a really comfortable grasping point that doesn’t cramp my wrist up like literally everything else does, and it’s long enough that I barely have to move to shift its position. Weirdly, it gives me nostalgia feels – probably because it’s bigger than a bullet and hard plastic, like my vibrators of yesteryear.

Into the Bedroom

❤ I put off asking Buster to fuck me with the Temptasia Harness Briefs (read my review here) until August, because I was nervous that the pain would be too much or that it would be triggering to me as a survivor. Rationally I knew Buster would be supportive if either occurred, but I was tempted not to try at all just to avoid the anxiety. But my worries were misplaced. It did hurt quite a bit, and I had a flash of panic while laying on my back, but rolling over onto my knees eased both problems, and I was able to enjoy a great first time fuck while smothering my unflatteringly loud noises with our comforter.

❤ I love to sit up with my back against the wall and have Buster perch on my thigh, because even without a thigh harness, it’s easy to keep a dildo pinned in place for Buster to ride. Frank’s Monster is perfect for this, with its hefty balls serving as additional stability. So at one point during an especially toppy mood, I forced Buster to sit down on Frank’s considerable girth while I gripped and kneaded their tits and leaned in to bite the side of their neck as firmly as I could. I have naturally sharp eye teeth so I leave pretty wicked hickeys! Their (consensual) struggles eventually petered out into slack-bodied, mewly-voiced bliss, and it was good for both of us to push Buster into genuine subspace for a little while.

❤ At my request, Buster sent me a couple of sexts from work, including pictures of them holding our favorite dildo – the Vixskin Mustang – in a deceptively dirty-looking bathroom. (As it turned out, Buster staged some of the filthy vibe by dropping clean toilet paper on the floor, which they then cleaned up because they’re not a heathen.) Sex-in-a-questionably-maintained-bathroom used to be a fanfiction kink of mine (gimme any ship fucking around in a club or truck stop restroom) but now I know it makes me swoon with the desire to drop to my knees on grungy tile and sloppily suck strapped cock in real life too. Huh!

The Pleasant Distractions

❤ I binged as much as I could of the currently ongoing seasons of Elementary (my all-time favorite show) and Pose (a new favorite.) Elementary is a nice balance of interesting cases (as it centers on a modern interpretation of Sherlock & Holmes), likable characters, and clumsily written but sometimes endearing emotional subplots. It’s generally pretty low-stakes even when the case is high-stakes, if that makes any sense. I don’t find it as stressful as most dramas. Pose, on the other hand, is very high-stakes – there hasn’t been a single episode where Buster and I haven’t cried at least once. It’s raw, honest storytelling; a brutally unwavering peek at the bubbled world within which drag balls thrived, and the terrible realities the participants faced as soon as they stepped back out onto the cold streets of NYC. It takes place in the 80s, but it mirror’s today’s oppression with unflinching realness. (Its content can be triggering on a number of topics, so be mindful.)

❤ I couldn’t attend Woodhull or Sex Down South this year (both are happening next year, though I have serious concerns about Woodhull given the recent revelations about its refusal to commit to accessibility.) I put out a request on Twitter for folks to perhaps pick me up some stickers, and Ducky DooLittle graciously gathered me a generous handful. I was overjoyed to receive them when I got back from my brother’s. My laptop gives me legitimate blogger feels now, and the sticker additions – and the kindness behind their acquisition – helps remind me that this is my space now too.

Some Reordered Priorities

❤ We got a fucking car. Our Saturn has been veering ever-closer to its inevitable demise due to Buster’s 60 miles a day commute, so on impulse Buster visited the car lot where my brother bought his vehicle a few months ago, hoping to get a ballpark estimate for how much a downpayment would be with Buster’s credit. Because the Saturn was paid off recently, Buster’s candidacy was bolstered, and they left the lot in an almost-new Kia Soul. It royally fucked up our bills, but it suited our needs too perfectly to not take the opportunity. And it says EXTREME SOUL on the hood, which is fucking awkward and weird and thus perfect for us.

❤ Though we have annual passes to Universal, we can’t afford to go that often. In early August, we hit up the parks to play some Pokemon Go and enjoy a relatively mild day since tourist season was already winding down. (It will pick up in September for Halloween Horror Nights, which we’ll be attending again this year, but the temporary calm is still appreciated!) It was a nice treat, especially since we splurged and got some french fries. Theme park food is expensive and subpar, but it’s impossible not to crave it while you’re there.

❤ With my energy-sapping insomnia and our screwed up budget, we spent the rest of our time at home just laying around the house arguing about whether or not The Walking Dead is a terrible show (it is.)

Thanks For Supporting Me

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Here’s to hoping for an even better September. ✌

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