I love BDSM: Beginners Guide to Erotic BDSM Games

June 7th, 2021

From my experiences with Ayzad’s books, I would struggle to adequately do him justice as an author. I jumped into the deep end with the first book I read by him BDSM: A Guide for Explorers of Extreme Eroticism that’s an encyclopedic wealth of information for those who are really into BDSM and knowledge in general. But that tome would be intimidating for someone who either isn’t sure about their interest or even the topic in general. Ayzad’s newest book, I Love BDSM falls on the other end of the spectrum. Ayzad kept this book fairly brief at just 124 pages, some of which include photos or illustrations, and his adoration for BDSM shines through. Both of these things make the book approachable. Further lending to the accessibility is the conversational tone he uses.

While other books teach technical skills, and BDSM: A Guide for Explorers of Extreme Eroticism is certainly one of them, I Love BDSM focuses more on how BDSM can be personally fulfilling and rewarding within relationships. That angle can be appealing to those who might be dipping a toe in the water and wondering why they are–or anyone else is–attracted to the idea of erotic power exchange. I think the bold title of this book and the tone Ayzad uses in it both emphasize that BDSM can be a positive in someone’s life.

It’s reasonable that someone who first stumbles upon BDSM through Fifty Shades of Grey or some other media that’s not entirely realistic might decide to further research and happen upon I Love BDSM. For this, this book is a great introduction, not just for the aforementioned reasons but for the way it spells out the definition of BDSM while emphasizing that the images some people conjure of BDSM are devoid of context or downright wrong. Ayzad makes a poignant argument that the same happens with vanilla sex all the time, and we should be wary not to do the same with BDSM. As he says,

The only trick is to remember that the basis of any relationship – even the most casual ones – is always people.

While not about technical skills, I Love BDSM does not gloss over the potential risks and need to proceed safely. It discusses negotiation and safe words, for example.  But this section, like all of them in the book, is short, and I worry that some might read only this book and think it’s enough before diving in fully. This isn’t to say anything against Ayzad or his book; some people just always bite off more than they can chew.

After safety, the book includes a section on finding partners both online and off before dedicating a chapter each to bondage, domination and discipline, submission, and sensory exploration. Ayzad opted to move away from “sadism” and “masochism” for this book. I think the effect may be more inviting and less intimidating for someone who is unfamiliar with BDSM, and it’s actually a great descriptor for many activities enjoyed by kinksters. Still, it did throw me for a loop to see the acronym changed up.

Each chapter includes brief descriptions of the people, tools, and skills that might be involved in the specific activity. For example, Ayzard illustrates basic ties in the chapter on bondage and the desired traits of a submissive in that respective chapter. It’s all enough to give an idea and perhaps leave the reader wanting more without droning on. By the time I Love BDSM nears completion, Ayzad assumes that the reader will be ready to try their first not-super-intense scene. Presumably, the reader has gotten that far and feels the same, even if they’re not sure whether this whole BDSM thing is for them.

By now, it might be apparent that I struggled to read this book as someone who might just be coming to terms with the idea of BDSM or their interest in it. I want something meatier, with more science (Ayzad hasn’t ignored research on BDSM; it’s just scant). I Love BDSM isn’t that book but, of course, it’s not intended to be. This is the book that you read before you set out to engage in BDSM in your relationship or local community. You might (read: should) pick up a few more books before you get to that point. And if you stick with it, you might eventually find more Ayzad books on your proverbial shelf.

I’ve also considered how this BDSM primer stands out from other similar books. As Kinky as You Wanna Be: Your Guide to Safe, Sane and Smart BDSM comes to mind; although, these two are far from the only examples in the genre. One way in which Ayzad makes a name for himself is through his real-life experience as a BDSM practitioner and a member–and leader–of his local community. It can seem a little old-school when so much information is available for free online that one doesn’t necessarily need to seek out community to learn.

But Ayzad reminds the reader that not all of that information is accurate. Community can provide safety and hands-on knowledge that would otherwise be missed. Whether someone lives in a city with a thriving community or, like myself, would need to travel for hours to find one, certainly impacts how applicable certain information is, of course.

Another notable difference is the inclusion of black-and-white photos. I could go either way on them, but it probably lends to the air of approachability that Ayzad was going for. The illustrations of different knots/ties are useful, however, but the links to Ayzad’s videos are even more useful. This brings me to my next point.

I Love BDSM feels like it’s only meant to be a digital book. Some passages are highlighted in pink that matches the heart on the cover. Furthermore, Ayzad includes links to other resources, including illustrative videos and articles on his website. This puts additional information at the reader’s fingertips, but I would have preferred footnotes or a list, which would make it easier to see them all at a glance at the end of the book. The link icons make the book a bit messier than I prefer, and you might not realize how helpful they are if you focus on reading rather than clicking them.

Similarly, while Ayzad links to a section of recommended books on his site, I would have found it easier for him to list a few in I Love BDSM.

Finally, because so many of the links go to Ayzad’s own website, it feels a little self-promotional. Of course, there are many helpful articles, and it’s one way to ensure the links remain relevant, but I can’t but wonder if it could have been done differently. Something just a bit more refined or including some other resources, perhaps?

So where does that leave us? I Love BDSM would be ideal for someone who has never read any books about BDSM, but they should remember to broaden their educational horizons beyond this one title (and that’s true for anyone interested in BDSM). It’s a good introduction but less useful as a resource for those who are more knowledgeable and experienced unless they want an easy read to recommend to newbies.

There isn’t much to lose by purchasing this book, however.  Even if it doesn’t introduce much new content, I Love BDSM costs less than $6 on Amazon.

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Womanizer X Lovehoney InsideOut

May 30th, 2021

It’s still masturbation May, and I am here to give you the first sex toy review in over two years and my first dual stimulator review since 2018 if you count the ridiculous toy Gvibe 2. Otherwise, you need to head way back into the archives to 2014 to find any sort of traditional rabbit vibrator (and it’s actually a butterfly).

Do you all remember the last time I wrote about air suction toys? I’ll forgive you if you don’t. It’s been almost four years! And I wasn’t particularly impressed, so I didn’t write a raving review. I quietly figured these toys weren’t for me until just recently. I figured that maybe the technology had improved, my body had changed, or I had simply used cheaper toys the first time around. This time, I was going to try a premium toy by Womanizer, one of the first companies to make clitoral suction toys, and Lovehoney. That’s how I wound up with the InsideOut, a dual stimulator that combines internal vibrators with clitoral suction, in my hands.

This toy doesn’t look like ye old rabbit vibrators, of which I tried quite a few before eventually backing away, too. I am sensing a theme here. The InsideOut does look quite bulky due to the clitoral stimulator. And the shaft, while described as for G-spot stimulation, doesn’t have any texture or much contouring. There’s a very similar toy, the Duo, with a shaft that looks a bit more interesting.

This toy doesn’t come charged like so many, so I had to charge it. It’s interesting because the charging light is inside the toy and easy to miss. It turns green when charging and appears red when powered on, making no sense because the nozzle blocks the light. What a strange and unhelpful design choice!

So how is it in use?

The InsideOut runs into the same problems that separately plague both dual stimulators and suction toys: no two bodies are exactly alike. It’s why so many reviewers quickly gave up on rabbit vibrators. It’s also why Womanizer sends multiple nozzles with its toys. InsideOut came with two to ensure the best fit.

My first go ’round with the InsideOut was a bit ill-advised. I was clearly not aroused enough. I didn’t use enough lube–or perhaps the wrong kind, and the thin shaft felt.. pokey. Furthermore, while I never felt like I got the proper seal, the suction was uncomfortable and overwhelming. I figured I’d give it a second go in the future.

A few erotica stories later with my body more aroused, I was ready to give this toy a second shot. This time, I used a thicker lube, and the shaft of the InsideOut was much more comfortable.

I am happy to report that the base, which initially seemed quite bulky, does effectively rest atop my thighs if I want a hands-free experience. If this toy works for you, you can sit back and let the toy do the work. In this position, the buttons face up, which makes them accessible but not viewable to me. I do wish the buttons were more distinct, both from the rest of the toy and from each other–each function has a + and – button, and you can operate the functions separately. The + buttons are raised, but the – buttons are inset and difficult for my fingers to find easily. The diamond layout also makes it a bit harder to discern which set of buttons I’m pushing.

I still find the general shape of the shaft to be rather bland. I think this was exacerbated by the fact that this toy is supposed to be all “Set it and forget it.” Womanizer highlights the contact-less usability of these dual stimulators. Still, I’ve always liked pressure and motion, both of which are limited with the InsideOut just as they are like Lelo’s Ora and most rabbit vibrators. If you move the external portion too much, you break the seal. Although, I have to admit that I never achieved the sort of seal that I was expecting with either of the nozzles. They’re easy to swap out and remove for cleaning, however.

Furthermore, the suction of this toy is ridiculously, distractingly loud. Like, I can’t believe it made it through quality control. I would have sent someone back to the drawing board. We’re not talking Hitachi levels of volume, but you can’t hear the vibrations at all when the suction is on. Combined with the fact that the vibrations are quite weak and buzzy, even on maximum, and this isn’t a good look. I honestly had to turn off the suction to even tell if the vibrations were on.

Once aroused, I no longer found the clitoral suction overwhelming. In fact, at points, I found it to be the exact opposite, perhaps due to me preferring pressure. And while the shaft was no pokey, it didn’t do much, and it still felt uncomfortably.. long? It’s only 4.5 inches long, but it’s so narrow, and you need to ensure the base is lined up properly, too. It didn’t just completely miss my G-spot, it targeted my cervix like an expert swordsman (I guess, I’m no medieval princess) and left me a bit crampy afterward.

Now, it might be due to the distance between my clitoris and vaginal opening, which requires me to insert the toy full to make contact externally. The base of the toy runs more parallel to my body than perpendicular. Some people with a shorter distance might be able to bend the shaft more, which means the base would be at more of an angle. But then I imagine you’d have to force the shaft against the back wall of your vagina, and that would be uncomfortable, too. I just want something a little plusher and more filling.

Anyway, by the end, I managed to get myself off. Not hands-free, of course. I rocked the base as much as possible against my body to get the pressure that I needed, but my orgasm was all due to my own efforts and not because of anything the toy brought to the table. If that’s going to be the case, I might as well reach for a standard vibrator.

Despite every effort by Lovehoney and Womanizer, the InsideOut doesn’t manage to avoid the pitfalls of a dual stimulator. Indeed, it actually manages to make them a bit worse because you don’t simply need to press a bullet against your clitoris, you need to line up the nozzle perfectly.

This doesn’t mean that InsideOut won’t work for anyone. In fact, many people might have bodies that are just more receptive to what this toy does, and hopefully, those people who you (or don’t) will stumble across this review and find it helpful.

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Celebrate Masturbation Month With These Penis + Prostate Toys

May 4th, 2021

Welcome to May! There are a lot of reasons to be excited about this month:

  • It’s my birthday month
  • It’s the first month when everyone qualifies for a COVID vaccine
  • which also means it’s the first time I’ll see many loved ones for over a year
  • It’s the month in which I’ll end my first full year as a college student

Now, my readers may not necessarily be as excited about these things as I am, but there’s a reason we can all celebrate: May is Masturbation Month! While you can keep your eyes peeled for an updated list of sex toy coupons and sales to treat yourself, I wanted to offer a bit of content for the readers of my site who may not have a vagina. This demographic is often overlooked because I’m a ciswoman who enjoys vaginal and clitoral stimulation. But I appreciate all of my readers!

You may have noticed that I didn’t specifically say “men.” It’s part of my attempt to use more inclusive language on Of Sex and Love. It’s certainly a work in progress. But not every man has a penis (or prostate, testicles, etc.), and not every person with those parts is a man. Labeling sex toys “for men” or highlighting the “best male masturbators” overlooks this and can be damaging to already marginalized folks.

Tenga's Eggs are among the most popular disposable strokers

Tenga’s Eggs are among the most popular disposable strokers

So if you have a penis or prostate, this post is for you!

It’s likely that my readers are already somewhat familiar with the most common toys of this genre: toys that you put your penis in. I’m talking about masturbators. This includes the infamous Fleshlight, but it’s far from the only toy you can thrust into. Plus, the category includes strokers that you grip, and well, stroke yourself with. Tenga Eggs are a beloved one-time-use stroker, but, again, there are just so many options to choose from. You can opt for a more realistic pocket pussy or a modern sex toy that’s as sleek as it is ergonomic.

While it’s fairly common to find masturbators that let you adjust suction, newer models include stroking, pulsing, and vibrating modes. I’ve also been impressed with some of the smart toys on the market. I want to give the nod here to Kiroo, a company that sells vibrators and masturbators that can be paired together over the Internet (along with several other media sources). You can pair a masturbator and vibrator, two vibrators, or two masturbators. No other company has gotten on board with inclusivity like this yet!

I think, and often-overlooked avenue for masturbation is prostate stimulation. That is, there are also fun toys that you inside your body! Some people, especially straight, cis men, may feel as though anal play should be off-limits, but I cannot help but wonder what good it does to deny ourselves pleasure? The variety of prostate toys available now is staggering! There are contoured butt plugs, both vibrating and non, probes, and anal beads (all of which should have a flared base or handle to use safely for anal play). Prostate stimulators like those from Aneros or Nexus are designed specifically to hit that sweet spot (sometimes offering simultaneous internal and external prostate stimulation), and the rave reviews show that these choices are often a success!

Of course, there are plenty of other toys to consider, many of which aren’t advertised for masturbation or to be used if you have a penis but work just as well for that purpose. I’m talking about cock rings, nipple clamps, and vibrators (there are now some awesome attachments for wands/massagers. The sheer number of options is much higher than some people would have you believe if we encourage creativity and exploration. And I haven’t even gotten into kinkier toys such as urethral sounds!

In short, if you’ve got a penis or prostate and want to celebrate masturbation month, then nothing should stop you except, maybe, your budget (but as I said, I’ll soon be updating my sex toy coupons page!).

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To All The Places I’ve Had Sex Before

March 23rd, 2021

Going back to school has left me with little time for leisure reading. I anticipated that hobbies such as video games would take a back seat, but I’ve been such an avid reader over the last few years that I didn’t see it coming. But with as much reading as I have to do for my classes, I haven’t wanted to do much else of it.

Fortunately, my second semester has provided me a bit more time to read for pleasure. Even more fortunately for me, my to-review shelf includes some very interesting books. To All The Places I’ve Had Sex Before is no exception, but let me back up.

A lot of books about sex–or containing the word in the title–come across my radar. Sometimes I’m browsing publisher sites or upcoming lists on Amazon. Other times, pitches land in my inbox. To All The Places I’ve Had Sex Before was one of the former, but it makes no difference when it comes to reading and reviewing. Either I like a book for its merits, whatever form they come in, and I recommend it to others… or not.

The sheer number of titles I look at means that they sometimes blend together or I forget the description of a particular book. That, sadly, was the case with To All The Places I’ve Had Sex Before. I’m not sure if I did my research thoroughly enough in the first place to forget the facts about this book. I don’t know if I stumbled across Laux, the author’s, IndieGogo page that shows not only how Laux was intrepid enough to publish her book on her own but that the book is about Black sexual liberation. Or I might have landed on Laux’s website wherein she describes herself as a Black, womanist, sex-positive author who tells the truth.

So I was a bit surprised when I finally dove in, but pleasantly so.

And I feel like I need a disclaimer here. I am only some of those things. Notably, I am white, and this colors so many of my experiences. It also makes me wonder if I can accurately describe the depth of this book to readers who may be Black or non-white. It may be that focus on the top notes and miss the mid-notes. If anything, however, this is an argument that To All The Places I’ve Had Sex Before is an even better read than I am capable of recommending.

Laux herself does a good job of explaining just what the reader is in for in her introduction. She’s loud and proud as a Black woman who loves sex but who hasn’t always had the words or opportunity to talk about it. It’s prevented her from being as sexually free and potentially safe or satisfied as she could have been. In these pages, Laux addresses the myriad places where she’s had sex before, coming to terms with her past and sexuality, and creating a stronger foundation for a future that is sexually free.

Each chapter is not like you might argue this review is, a love letter to those places. No, Laux is more honest, more raw, than that. Some of those experiences are negative. They toe the line of consent or even step right over it. To All The Places I’ve Had Sex Before might be difficult for some people to read. For them, I may not recommend it, but it remains important for those who do have that capacity.

As for me, I was captivated right from the beginning. Laux leads us on a journey. City by city, she recounts the places she’s had sex. Foam parties, public bathrooms, and parks, just to name a few. She is at once a party girl and sexually liberated woman who makes me envious in comparison. But as Laux moves between Michigan, New York, back to Michigan, and Washington, D.C., she takes the reader with her, and we come to understand the parts of herself she hid while she was overexposed. The commentary to each place at the end of the chapter makes it easier to understand now just who Laux was then, but who she is now and who she may become.

Now, Laux and I may not be the same people, far from it. Yet while I cannot ever understand what it means to be a Black woman who is simultaneously expected to allow others access to and shunned for embracing her sexuality and body, I still saw glimpses of myself between the covers of this book. When Laux discusses boundaries or her fear of rejection, I feel a lump welling in my throat. Maybe we’re not so different after all.

There are certainly people who may not be impacted similarly as To All The Places I’ve Had Sex Before. There are those who may not be sex-positive or womanist or who do not see the impact of race. More importantly, I think there are some people who will not be able to draw parallels because, fortunately for them, their experiences differed. I would still encourage them to give this book a try.

But for the majority of people, there’s something… universally human about To All The Places I’ve Had Sex Before and the way that Laux wrote is that is reassuring and invaluable (if you agree, you can submit your own story on her site). I can only hope the process of writing it was invaluable to her.

Psst, Laux sells autographed physical copies of her book, and you should totally check it out!

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On Finding Comfort In Surprising Ways and Times

March 12th, 2021

I wrote this love letter of sorts almost exactly one month ago, shortly after meeting–and fucking–someone with whom I had been chatting for nearly two months. The significant and sudden entrance of someone into my life, especially during this pandemic, could not have been more surprising. Perhaps more surprising still was the surprising amount of comfort I felt, not just with someone new but with the first person since my diagnosis and removal of abnormal cervical cells, which left me feeling a deep sense of betrayal from my body.

A week ago, we were watching the sky brighten the cracks in my curtains, fingers interlaced and cuddled together. I was both shocked at how the hours had already passed but also impatiently waiting for you to kiss me. I thought about taking the leap of faith myself, but I couldn’t quite read you. In the end, you were right (again); I was more comfortable with you than I could have imagined, but I wasn’t bold enough to kiss you. (I might argue that you were wrong not to invade my space and press your body against mine immediately, however).

Perhaps it was a well-thought-out machination because I was certainly hungering for your lips by the time they pressed against mine. And there was no way I could (could you?) let any more time go to waste when we could be enjoying the very activities we had spent nearly two months talking, dreaming, and masturbating about.

As far as first times go? It’s hard to top that. I don’t usually let people stay in my home for over a day, let alone my bed. But it just came so easily once our limbs were finally entwined. I so quickly found myself experiencing not just pleasure but safety.

Even now, the sense of longing I feel to kiss you; to run my hand over your chest, and thighs, and cock; to hold your hand; to glance up at your (seriously attractive) lips before kissing you; to watch how the diffused light hits your cheekbones, it’s all so overwhelming. I have to pause in case I might shed a tear.

But if my mind can’t stop racing now, it was put at such ease then. It felt so natural to fall asleep in your arms or wake up and glance over at you or kiss your bare skin or move closer or arch my body to give your hands better access or spread my legs for you to enter me (an unfuckingbelievable source of ecstasy for me… And hopefully for you). There was a distinct lack of self-consciousness and judgment as I simply let myself… be. One of the few times in my life. Even eye contact became noticeably easier (and sexier?) from just a few hours before.

I do recall grateful thoughts for not having to compartmentalize sex the way some people do. It didn’t feel like we had to shrink ourselves in my bed. I could be whole, perhaps more than whole, with you next to, beneath, inside of me, and I felt so thankful for that.

There was one nagging thought at the back of my mind: would I cry? I’d made no efforts to hide the fact that I hadn’t had sex since having part of my cervix electrically cauterized, and while all went well, I still felt so betrayed by my body. It has taken months for me to touch myself again; I was briefly afraid that I wouldn’t be able to experience pleasure anymore. You can imagine my relief when it–and my sex drive–returned over the course of last year… And stayed once I started taking SSRIs. But I thought that whoever I slept with that would demarcate the “after” would need to be easy.. because what if I had to deal with pain or blood or tears from the trauma?

Except none of that came. Only I did–repeatedly and sometimes surprisingly–as the hours (and then a full day) passed, comfortably, enjoyably, sleepily. We filled the hours with sweet words and pillow talk, kisses and cuddles, and the type of ease that I rarely get to experience. The tears never arrived, and I was surprised when sleep finally did. I’ve struggled to sleep next to everyone I’ve ever shared a bed with, and while it wasn’t my best sleep ever, it was surprising nonetheless. To one of us, at least.

When you said it felt so right, I couldn’t have agreed more readily. I’d be lying if I understand how, but I feel it in my god damn core. Without having to convince myself. How can that be?

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Blogger, Student, Sex Educator?

January 30th, 2021

A little under a year ago, I made a decision: I was going back to school.

I had graduated 15 years prior and only taken a handful of college classes. I had always intended to go back to school eventually but just never got around to it.

As our governor shut down the state due to COVID-19, I found myself with more time on my hands than I’d had in some time and running the numbers. Could I afford to go back to schotance.

I was, however, worried about finances and how I would do in college after being out of school for so long. Was I actually as intelligent as I hoped? As others said? Was it wise to start mol if I wanted to? Was there a program I could do online that might be worthwhile?

I decided that I could and there was. Thanks to COVID, the application deadline was pushed back. I told a few people that I had applied to UW-Milwaukee’s online psychology program, and some wondered if I was going to apply to more schools. But I hadn’t. This was a program that I could work into my life, and I wasn’t worried about accepy first semester of college with five classes?

I’m old enough to have been taught that college is something important if not mandatory, but while some of my aunts had attended, my mother hadn’t. None of the people close to me were college graduates. At the very least, no one had earned a degree and was actively using it. Without that data, I felt pretty apprehensive about going back to school.

But as the fall semester drew nearer, I wasn’t sure I could actually swing it financially. I qualified for some assistance, but our state schools are more expensive than some other states. I talked about options, but they were only able to give me one: go for an AA at a 2-year school to save money. Except that would leave me in the same position in two years. But thanks to the stimulus and tax breaks for education, I realized I really could swing this.

It wasn’t until I paid the last of my tuition that I posted publically that I was returning to school. Still, I didn’t say it in so many words, and there were people with whom I never discussed the topic until I had finished my first semester.

I’ve since finished that semester, earning a 4.0, my place on the dean’s list, and an invitation to honors courses, so I guess some of my fears were unfounded. After a long break, during which I didn’t accomplish nearly as much as I thought I might, I am on to my second semester and my first honor’s course.

Now, this all may seem entirely unrelated to my sex blog, but it’s not. For years, I have felt like I wasn’t quite qualified to write about sex the way that I wanted and in the way that I do. This self-doubt may not be entirely accurate (after all, plenty of other bloggers have moved into the realm of sex education), but I felt the lack of qualifications nonetheless. On top of that, I wanted to move my sex education efforts away from this blog.

For a few years, I’d been aware of the graduate certificates offered by the universities of Michigan, Minnesota, and Wisconsin in sex education and therapy. There are options if only I had a 4-year degree to use as a foundation.

Thus, I found myself looking into 4-year degrees that I could work into my life (ie: do online) and that made sense for a sex educator. Psychology fit the bill, and it was something I’d considered for over a decade, anyway.

Most people are focusing on the next four years, and if I’m being honest, I am, too. With work, five classes, a budding romance, and the rest of my responsibilities, it’s easy to get caught up in the quotidian and lose sight of the bigger picture.

But with those people who have asked what I plan to do in the long run and how this degree will help me, I have shared my plan to look into at least a graduate certificate, if not a degree. I cannot say how interested I will be in continuing school after this or where my life will take me, but a further degree is always an option.

With that said, I realize that part of my issue is not one of qualifications but one of confidence, location, and perhaps marketing. If I want to make sex education my full-time gig, then I need to change how I represent myself, starting with my identity. For years, I’ve realized that I would want to so under my actual name and that I would ditch the pseudonym Adriana. To this end, I would also revamp this blog; although there is some content I’d like to keep, I would shift away from reviews to other articles and helpful content.

I know I am not alone in my struggles to market myself. Who among us doesn’t face some sort of imposter syndrome? But it’s something I’ll need to get over or at least work around one way or the other.

And school might help me with that. It’s reminded me that I am intelligent and capable. Perhaps it will provide me with connections or steer me in a particular direction. I’ve long known that I wouldn’t mind research as well as sex education as a potential career path.

But school isn’t my only avenue for networking. In the 21st century, a Web presence is a must, which means I need to maintain this blog better than I have been over the last few months, be more active in the Twittersphere, and figure out what I want this website to be and make that happen.

While discussing this with a close friend, he suggested that I should specifically write about my return to school and my desire to educate about sex in a more official capacity. He suggested that inviting you all along on my journey might help me be more personable or relatable. I wanted to balk because my anonymity on this blog has served me well at different times, but I cannot argue that his advice is unsound. I think opening myself up to you all can strengthen my voice as a blogger and our relationship.

So I guess this post does that while also serving as an explanation of my absence, an announcement of my intent, and an attempt at accountability.

If you’ve been reading me for years, I’d love for you to keep coming back. And if you’re just discovering Of Sex and Love or Adriana Ravenlust, stick around. Things are going to get even more interesting.. eventually.

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Fall 2020 Media Recommendations

October 30th, 2020

I’ve skipped right from spring to autumn, and I hope you all won’t mind! It’s been busy for reasons that I really should blog about! With that, I’ll leave you with some media recommendations that will keep you busy!

A content warning: the last several podcast recommendations mention sexual assault and abortion. I’ll mention the content warning again so you can skip to the next section!

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I found the episode of American Sex with Catie Osborn about ADHD and sex to be interesting. It touched on some science and revealed how much more we have to discover. I only wish she had backed up some of her statements with sources.

Sunny and Ken also interviewed Ana Algos about being a BDSM switch,  teaching kink online, safety, and how COVID has made education more accessible to those people who weren’t privileged enough to participate in such things before.

There are several of Sluts, and Scholars episodes that were great listens for me! First up, Andre Shakti discusses wrestling fetishes, learning shame about sexual interests, and non-intimidating ways you can open up to a partner about sex. I also recommend you tune into the episode with Zoe Ligon, owner of Spectrum Boutique, who discusses her book about sex toys, sex education, and providing toys to shoppers during the pandemic.

I couldn’t write a post without mention Tristan Taormino’s podcast Sex Out Loud Radio, either. Tristan invited Dr. Nan Wise on her show to discuss her interest in neuroscience and sex, which is right up my alley and should be up yours, too!

Content warning: sexual assault and abortion mentioned below

I also LOVED Tristan’s talk with Jennifer S. Hirsch and Shamus Khan about their work on campus sexual assault. It’s the sort of research that I find fascinating, and they ask some tough but necessary questions.

I couldn’t believe how unethical and common pregnancy crisis centers are when I listened to Unladylike’s episode on the topic. The facts and firsthand knowledge shared will blow your mind in the worst possible way, but it’s absolutely worth a listen.

Finally, I want to recommend an entire podcast. Beyond Fear: The Sex Crimes Podcast by Alexa Sardina and Alissa Ackerman is full of the science I love and the compassion we need around the topic of sexual assault. I first heard Alissa on Unladylike in an episode about the American prison system but knew I needed to listen to her podcast with Alexa to understand more about sexual assault. Both women are researchers who have worked with perpetrators and survivors of sexual assault and are survivors themselves, and the knowledge they provide in this podcast is astounding. Every episode has been eye-opening; most have been difficult. I also appreciate what a good job they do with content warnings at the top of each episode. If you can handle it, it’s one of the most important podcasts I’ve ever listened to.

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I came upon these two talks separately, so while they both deal with gender, it’s a coincidence.

In her Ted Talk, Karissa Sanbonmatsu discusses the search for a biological basis for gender and, more specifically, how epigenetics impacts gender. as she attempts to answer the question, “What does it mean to be a woman?” Epigenetics and the basis of gender are both fascinating on their own, but it’s genius to consider them together. Science can only take us so far, however, and the compassionate undertones in Karissa’s speech remind the listener that women don’t exist in vacuums. We’re part of society, which also gives meaning to being a woman.

To continue the theme, Emily Quinn starts her Ted Talk with “I have a vagina.” But she examines how we place people into boxes labeled “man” and “woman” and what it means to be intersex. Emily discusses natural human variation and the shortcomings of the sex/gender binary, and the harm it does to people.

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I’ve been busy reading other things but was so excited that my library picked up Kate Lister‘s A Curious History of Sex, which was released in February. I’m always impressed when a book surprises me with knowledge, and this one did!  It was funny and quick, and I hope to make time to review it shortly. If I don’t get around to it, I still recommend it!

One of the things about doing a semi-quarterly version of these posts is that I don’t feel the need to pad the posts. I really have a chance to consume some quality media, which doesn’t just make for good recommendations; it also keeps me entertained and informed. I hope these posts do the same for you, and if you think there’s something I ought to recommend or simply enjoy myself, please let me know in the comments!

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