In case you guys were wondering why the hell I’ve been super absent lately – this week especially – it’s because I’ve been training for my new job. With Lush handmade cosmetics!
I’m still with Adam & Eve Pittsburgh, still very much on the adult scene, but I really needed a second job. Lelo ain’t cheap, yinz, and I also really like wine. Happily, circumstances fell into place and I get to be part of a brand new awesome team at Lush. Yay! I love that their products are so in line with my views. I’ve had a chance to try a handfull of products that are totally new to me, and I couldn’t be more pumped to get into the store and help customers. I’m actually sitting here typing this with their Brun henna on my head, because I’m an overachiever like that.
Besides slathering my face, hair, and body with luscious handmade potions, I’ve been doing my best to keep my review game on. I tried the WeVibe Salsa for the first time last night and actually hallucinated. Yeah, it’s that good. (Unfortunately, it’s being discontinued, but the WeVibe Tango is very nearly the same thing with a slightly different tip.)
How’s your week going?
Mama Always Called Me a Lush…
My First Time at Planned Parenthood
As you might have astutely guessed from the title, today was my first time at Planned Parenthood. I’ve always gotten my birth control from a family doctor, and I’ve never before had a pregnancy scare, so there wasn’t much reason for me to go. (I’m also lucky in that my university provided free STI screenings. Go Pitt!)
But today, I went with a friend. Which actually turned into us eating breakfast in the Planned Parenthood lobby, then taking pee tests together. Pretty sure it’s important for me to now say that ain’t nothing growing in my uterus.
The women working there were all so sweet and so patient. My friend and I were both nervous and kept fumbling around with our clipboards. It’s not that I was embarrassed to be there or nervous about being seen – I was just nervous about getting the results of my test. After we both got our desired results, a woman sat and talked with us about our concerns (like um, where my period is hiding?), and then we were free to stroll pasts the Lifers and their signs on our way out.
Honestly, it was one of the simplest and easiest health care experiences I’ve had. It’s well organized, very secure, and staffed with compassionate people. If for some reason you’ve been putting off any kind of reproductive health care, GO. It’s at least 10x easier and less intimidating than you think.
Regarding the protestors, you actually have a right to a clear pathway to the door of the clinic. If they won’t back off, you can call the cops if that’s something you feel comfortable doing. I know not everyone can trust their police force, but the option is available. The ones outside today were pretty mild, signs about praying to end abortion. (How about EDUCATE to end abortion? No? Then we’re back to square one.)
If you’re new to my blog, know that I like to post about things that normally people don’t talk about in public. I figure if I talk about it openly, maybe people who need to talk will speak up, whether it’s privately to me or publicly within their communities.
Do you have any experiences with Planned Parenthood?
PS: If you’re in the Pittsburgh area and need a compassionate and confidential ride to Planned Parenthood, or just someone to listen, email me.
Instalife
It’s been a long while since I’ve shared photos from my Instagram feed, and I kind of miss seeings some visuals on this blog! I try not to post too many toy pics in case any of you read at work or in public, but I swear, my life involves many other things besides sex products!
Beautiful days in Pittsburgh make me a little sad that, come next summer, we’ll be moving to wherever Steve gets hired!
Nathaniel is adamant that I don’t properly clean my nails and frequently takes matters into his own hands.
I took my sparkly legs out on the town with some of my best friends from high school.
Steve models our new bed: 1 full plus 1 twin. There’s no such thing as too much bed.
Really though, my life is about 96% rats and bearded man.
…and sometimes we use the blowtorch to light toys on fire, you know, to see if they’re pure silicone. (The Doc Johnson Mood: Naughty? Not silicone.)
Be still, my heart! Nathan Fillion, marry me.
The most perfect shirt in the history of the world.
Add me on Instagram! My username is “nicetobelieve”. What’s yours?
#Ratstagram
Happy Friday! I’d like to introduce you all to the newest members of my family: Henry, Lionel, and Malcolm, from back to front.
Last Friday, we headed out to one of the faraway southern suburbs to pick out a trio of babies from the Pittsburgh Rat Lovers Club. Recently, they’d had an influx of beebs, which of course led to my weird little heartstrings being tugged. Steve and I packed up the car and headed out to pick & choose.
Henry caught my eye first, because as we like to say in Pittsburghese, he’s “nebby.” He wants to know what we’re doing, all the time, whatever it is. He wants to get into everything, but he’s scared of any unfamiliar noise, so he always ends up hauling his chubby butt back in the cage before a real discovery can be made. But look at that little masked face! Don’t you just want to kiss his forehead spot? (Promise, you won’t get the plague.)
Malcolm is Steve’s favorite by far. He’s the littlest one, even though he’s 4 months old and from the same litter as his brothers. He was the last to warm up to us, but the first to come right out and walk onto our hands. He’s also got a strange fondness for attempting to pry open my mouth. By far, he’s the most adept climber, and possibly the smartest. We set up a rattie pinata on Wednesday by filling a toilet paper tube with food and tying it to the cage lid then folding the ends, and he was the first to crack it open!
Lionel has by far the chillest personality for such a little bro, and it really blows me away how much he looks like Ewan! He was the first one to be dragged out of the cage to sit solo on my lap, and I was really impressed by how good he was. No scared pees or poops, and no trying to jump from the chair to the floor. Chill, bro.
We tried to do some slow rattie intros so my old man could live with the youngins, but Henry attempted to beat him up, which resulted in Ewan literally crying for mama. My poor old man. Since then, Ewan seems happiest being able to live alone, but being held up to the little boys’ cage sometimes for some extra company. He’s fascinated by them, but it’s clear Henry doesn’t want him around. Oh well, looks like we’re a two cage household for a while longer.
