First and foremost, I’d like to say I’m an avid user and fan of Pjur and its products — they are the best. Its new Man Personal Glide stands up with all the rest. It’s a great light silicone lubricant, and is perfect for a quick jerk-off. Unlike other silicone lubricants, Pjur has made this formula a bit thinner, but still has the long-lasting effect that lubes of this style offer. Its skin compatibility is dermatologically confirmed, there are no preservatives, and — best of all — it’s safe for daily use. It works OK with condoms, but I would definitely recommend using this as a jerk-off lube, or sex without a condom (but only if you’re safe about it!) All in all, Pjur did it once again, definitely a good product.
I’ve got a big cardboard box of sex toys in the backseat of my car. Is that weird?
At the office, I’m sent so many products to test, review and check out (tough job, I know) and there isn’t enough time (or pages in the magazine I’m editor for) to include them all. As a result, I have boxes and piles of vibrators, dildos, penis pumps, lube, pills and everything else you can imagine all over my office and now they’ve migrated to my car. (You never know when a friend, valet or manicurist might need a new sex toy.)
But at this point, I’ve grown so accustomed being surrounded by these things that a purple strap-on (still in its box, duh) sitting on my kitchen table next to a vase of flowers and my cat Harriet is nothing out of the ordinary.
So until I find a way to put these products to use I need to find a new place to put that box. This morning I realized how visible the pink handcuffs, assortment of jellybean-colored vibrators, and bottles of cherry-flavored lube (gross) are sitting in my VW hatchback when a motorcyclist stopped at a red light looked at me, pointed to the backseat, and gave a thumbs-up.
I need tinted windows. Or a yard sale.
When you’re sleeping with someone for the first time, especially after only just meeting, don’t interrupt the heat of passion to suggest bagging the condom.
Example:
HIM: “You know [kiss] what would feel [smack, kiss] awesome?”
HER: “[kiss, lick] mmgh?”
HIM: “[inaudible muffled noise] without a condom.”
[Record scratching to a halt.]
We’ve never fucked. I’ve never seen your nether regions. For all I know, you could be an international gigolo/man-whore. You might have a sexy accent and piercing green eyes, but you really think the idea of exposing my precious vagina to your bare penis is a turn-on? Hell no.
First of all, let’s be honest: EVERYONE knows sex feels better without a condom. But 5-15 (preferably the latter) minutes of orgasm-inducing (hopefully) action is not even a little bit worth the risk of catching something that either a)will cost time, money and surely some gross side effects to cure; or b)never be cured ever ever, and result in a lifetime of awkward conversation each time a relationship develops.
Keep in mind, condom manufacturing has come a long way in the several centuries that condom-like sheaths – often made of linen, leather or chemically treated bladder or intestine (latex doesn’t sound so bad now, hmm?) – were reportedly used.
There’s more to choose from than your basic latex jimmy hat. Head to your local pharmacy, and if you can muster up the courage, try an adult boutique to see what latex and non-latex options are available. Some brands (Kimono) are famous for making ultra-thin styles, while others offer options made from materials that won’t irritate skin.
The key is not to assume all condoms feel like rubbery balloons and to keep an open mind (and open bottle of lube.) You’ll be happy you did.
Do: Keep lube near and/or under your bed. Owning it doesn’t make him inadequate, and using it doesn’t make her defective. It makes sex better for you both, so use it and use it liberally.