My new apartment is cheerful, bright, and beautiful. It’s not at all spacious, but it fits my must-haves. Moving was a hassle, as it always is, but now it’s done and I’m settled. I’m further downtown than before, and the city greets me each morning through my massive window. Hello, Toronto, my love.
I fortunately had the foresight, when I moved, to tuck away some items I’d need for my first few days, if I couldn’t or didn’t unpack everything right away: some changes of clothes, some toiletries, my electronics and chargers. And yes, sex toys were among those essentials – but only a couple. For a sex toy reviewer who’s used to having a wide palette of colors to play with, it was jarring to have just a few shades to use for a while.
(If you’re wondering why I didn’t just unpack immediately, well, me and my depression and chronic pain will have a bit of a chuckle about that.)
The two trusty friends that stayed on my nightstand during those first few days of rebuilding were my Eroscillator and Star Delight, and they were certainly up to the task. It was fun listening to my partner spinning various different phone-sex stories about cocks and mouths and fingers to accompany my usage of these toys; I am lucky to be dating someone so resourceful. What I noticed mostly, though, was how much these two sex toys made my new space feel immediately like home – moreso than my furniture, my bedding, my posters. They made this unfamiliar new locale into a site of familiar pleasure and decompression. They brought sunshine into my mind the same way my big, wide window brought it into my room.