Upon receiving the uniquely packaged Naughty Pom Pom, I immediately thought, “I can see where they’re going with this.” Pom pom, naughty, cheerleader — ok, even though this may be a woman’s toy, its connotation is really for the boys. Nevertheless, I found it simply adorable with its bright red color and flashy streamers. It’s packaged in a black zip-lock type bag with a clear front. I like that the bag is re-sealable and doesn’t take up a lot of space. The vibe takes two C batteries — which I had to go out and buy (what else still uses those jumbo batteries, anyway?)
Using the Naughty Pom Pom during solo masturbation was fun. The phthalate-free hard plastic is powered by multiple speeds and, according to the packaging, I burned 85 calories/hour playing with myself for about that long. The streamers tickled my inner thighs for additional stimulation while the vibe hummed against my clit. I also tried this toy with a partner and I had a little fun role-playing as a cheerleader, switching between rubbing the vibe against me and thrashing it in the air while on top. The most fun, however, was using the streamers on each other as gentle whips. I think this vibe is great for its multi-purpose.
I work in the adult industry. That doesn’t mean I make porn. That doesn’t mean I’m a porn star, and it certainly doesn’t mean I’m obsessed with porn. The adult industry is like a big umbrella, and underneath are several areas of business, each very different and separate from each other:
I work for a publishing house that writes news articles, publishes features articles, and hosts conferences that help adult companies run their businesses. Porn fans not only aren’t interested in us, they likely don’t know we exist. We produce magazines of interest to the folks porn fans DO know: Hustler, BangBros, Playboy and the companies that have pornified all the wholesome television we grew up loving. Think “Seinfeld,” “Gilligan’s Island” and “The Brady Bunch” but with cumshots. (Yeah I don’t want to think about it, either.)
We also produce magazines for all the other business that fit under that adult umbrella. That means I work with retailers, product manufacturers, designers — all kinds of folks. And that DOESN’T mean I’m a nympho who spends 9-5 in front of a television or computer screen. I’ve never been much of a porn fan, and if anything this job has turned me off completely. Whatever it does for you does the opposite for me.
Dating me doesn’t mean you’ve finally found a chick willing to watch that shit with you. Yes you’ve found a girl who won’t freak out when she finds “Ass Fixation 7″ or “Cum Crusaders 14″ in your sock drawer — but please don’t suggest we stay in on Friday night to check out the newest “Harry Potter” parody. (That includes “Hairy Potter,” “Harry Pornher” and “Whorry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Balls.”) That is the LAST thing I want to do, and I promise a BJ-free weekend as a result.
Chances are Gap employees don’t fold their shirts when they go home; mailmen don’t spend their weekends organizing stamp collections; optometrists don’t always wear glasses. And did you ever notice that manicurists often have dirty, broken fingernails?
It’s a job, people, not a lifestyle.