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In the end (although I did email with a gentlemen who was very, very into pegging, proffering that desire openly on his OKCupid profile, and I was fist-pumping all over the place just thinking about it) . Sorry if that sounds like the most snooze-y, hetero-normative, Breeder-talk of the century, but that's what happened.

Feeling like the sex you want to have is wrong, or dirty, or odd or out-of-reach really stinks. I'm thinking to myself, I love this person—they're smart, generous, funny, kind to their mother, blah blah blah, check those boxes bitch—but they don't elicit that freedom. In the wake of my last break-up I was feeling a bit miffed, ya know? But for me, I realized that one didn't have to preclude the other. Was I supposed to inquire during the first date with a new guy about the possibility of penetrating their rump with a Lara Croft-esque harness before we began rolling around or dating . He was keen to try it—in fact, it seemed he'd always wanted to give that a go. " She gushed, shaking her head of blonde curls and clapping her hands. Three years and not a single good ass-romping to write home about. He didn't want cumin all over his spuds or teriyaki on his steak. It's not like every time I was in the proverbial mood it had to be some elaborate sex experiment with toys and cords and back-scratch fever. As the holidays crept closer, I kept joking that I was buying myself a strap-on for Christmas. "I am just so happy that this is finally happening for you." She paused, daunted by the possibility of it all. If you wanted to get frisky, the acoustics in here are b-a-d." I laugh and thank her. "I thought I'd put you guys in the cottage out back. It's a yuppy-ish Southern town, chock full of pink popped collars with an undercurrent of blue-collar workers. "Darling," I say, mildly mortified with a frosting of condescension. I think we have to let that dream die here and now." He is prowling the aisles, neck craned forward like a slender dinosaur. If they do sell it it's in the like, shame cabinet in the front with condoms.

We head to town to shop for a birthday present for my father. He strolls right over to the locked glass cage of sex contraband and checks it out.

It was Christmas after all and my family doesn't fuck around when it comes to stuffing stockings and making merry. Brown box after brown box—some from e Bay, some from Amazon—were piled hither thither; she scrawled her name on package after package. And both of us will know that's not only an appropriate reaction but a necessary one. I set my face in a neutral smile, my voice casually inquisitive, and strolled over to her room. Privacy, shall we say, is elusive.) There inside a simple cardboard box are two glistening dildos—one small, one large—and a purple velvet harness. I start mincing around my room, parading in front of the mirror.

My mother had packages arriving by the armful every damn day. If my mother opens my package of purple dildos, if I subject either one of us to that memory—forever—I'm going to fill my pockets with rocks and walk right in the river out back. " "Um, can you be sure not to open any packages with my name on them? It is not uncommon for my parents to half-knock, stroll in, and move through my room as a short-cut to some errand they're running elsewhere.

The next two days are filled with a kind of simmering dread; every time I hear the gravel crunch in the doorway I dart—oh-so-casually—to the front door to see if I can intercept the delivery man. I snatch it from the front porch and dart to my room where I tear open the packaging. "Dinner's ready." I take a few disappointing photos in the mirror—the photographic evidence simply isn't doing my fierceness justice—and then scramble out of the contraption.

Just wouldn't want to ruin the surprise." "Uh huh." I back out smiling and wanting to throw up a little. Even the plastic is formed like two hollow penises, the packaging emblazoned with "Bend-Over!

"Honey-pie, I wont open anything for you." "Okkk, great thanks. " I cut everything in tiny bits and begin hiding the pieces in different trash cans all over the house.