Your New F*ck Buddy Awaits

Butt plugs for all on my route

Well, the sex toys from the previous posts are making their way across the land to their fabulous new homes. I'm happy that I no longer have an overflowing box of sex toys parked next to my bed, but the best part has hearing your life reports from afar. 

One among you has decided to get laid after a 2 1/2 year drought and wanted some condoms. Another sent me a handwritten note via this thing called the postal service. "Yes it is probably weird to send this, but my parents raised me to always send thank you notes," they wrote. "They never issued specific guidance for sex toys, so I figured I'd better play it safe." Another is living in "Recovery-stan" after brain cancer. "Zero stars," they report.

I still have a few toys from the OG box, plus some new additions. If you want a little something to get you through all of this, drop me a line. Details after I list the goods. (And if you just want to say hi, that's cool too. A few of you did that as well, and I loved every note.)

Anyway.

The New Stuff

--Midnight Rider, Thrusting Vibrating Grinder, you hop aboard and grind away. 

--Rockin' & Rollin' Snails, Vibrating Couples Cage, a couples cage is like a cock ring but with two loops that attach around a dick. The snail bit it on top for clit stim, because who among us has not looked at a snail and wanted to hit that. 

--The Wave Rider, Triple Simulating Vibrating Grinder, another grinding toy. Sit down, fire it up and ride the waves.

--G-Vibe +, Triple Stimulating Vibrator, kind of like a rabbit but with a third forbidden inner part. Ooooh.

--Rotating Rose Plug, Jeweled Anal Vibrator, if you're going to have something vibrating away in your ass, might as well look good

--Power Bead Stick, Multi-Speed Anal Vibrator, listed as beginner-friendly

--Adam's Ribbed Cage, Silicone Enhancer, keeps a penis hard and the ribs "drive your lover wild" according to the ad copy, which never lies

 

And The Stuff Still Hopefully Waiting To Be Chosen

--OhMiBod Spinx App-controlled vibrating nipple clamps (fancy)

--Nipple clamps (less fancy)

--A small St. Patrick's Day-themed butt plug bc why the fuck not

--Dildo n' balls, made of TPE rubber

 

For Dicks, Specifically

--Deep Throat Super Stroker 

--Cloud Stroker 

--Penis extenders (like this, but not exactly this.) One is extra girthy.

--Plus One Personal Stroker

Buzzing Things

--Lip shaped vibrator 

--Jewel Vibe with 8 attachments

--LingO vibrating tongue ring, if you want to lick a lot of stamps real fast

--Another bullet vibe!

Lingerie

--Bra and Thong L/XL (it's in this pattern)

--Crotchless Lace n' Dots Panty (M/L)

--Black panties (L) (kinda like this but less ass, black, not crotchless and with a star pattern. So not really like that I guess.) 

--Plain black sheer thigh-highs in unknown size with very simple garter

Your Various Goos and Such

--Oral sex gel

--Massage creams

--Deep throat spray  (mint)

--Cherry flavored lube

--Astroglide silicone lube 

--Oral delight couples kit (I legit think there's a tongue in there)

Completely Random Stuff (I don't like to waste!)

--Woo Woo Tame It! Wax Strips

--Mario Badescu Facial Spray

--Wax play candle 

--Blindfolds

 

The details:  Pick one or pick a few to fill a box. You pay for postage (a medium flat rate priority box is $19.30, large is $26.30) plus a tip if you're not busy stashing cash in a go bag. Will be cheaper if it's something light and small. My PayPal is jillhamilton001@gmail.com and my Venmo is @jill-hamilton-123.  Email me at jillhamilton001@gmail.com and tell me what you desire. I'll cross off stuff as it goes.

 

I hope you are doing well in your corner of the world and that whatever coping mechanisms you have are kind of working. We're gonna get through this.

Love to you,

xo

jill

 

What's under the bed? Let's see, shall we?

Most people have normal stuff stored under their bed like monsters or extra sheets or whatnot, but as you are well aware, I have a big-ass drawer of brand new sex toys. And I'm happy to send you something(s).

This haul isn't as glorious as the last one, but maybe there's something you want to fuck under there. LMK. Details at the end of the post.

And while you're here, it was SO great to hear from so many of you all who I have grown to know and love lo' these years. Every single one of your asses is delightful and I appreciate you beyond measure.

Okay, here's what I gots:

--9 inch nubby glass dildo for the largely-orificed/brave among you

--Plus One kegel trainer 

--OhMiBod Spinx App-controlled vibrating nipple clamps (fancy)

--Nipple clamps (less fancy)

--Butt plugs, one medium glass with a rose, one small St. Patrick's Day-themed bc why the fuck not

--Dildo n' balls, made of TPE rubber

 

For Dicks, Specifically

--Optimale FlexiSteel 35 mm cock ring 

--Deep Throat Super Stroker 

--Cloud Stroker 

--Penis extenders (like this, but not exactly this.) One is extra girthy.

--Plus One Personal Stroker

--Penis ring sampler, 9 varieties

Buzzing Things

--Lip shaped vibrator 

--Silicone G-Spot Vibrator 

--Bullet Vibrator with Stimulating Sleeves

--Jewel Vibe with 8 attachments

--LingO vibrating tongue ring, if you want to lick a lot of stamps real fast

--iVibe Select bullet vibe

--Another bullet vibe!

--OhMiBod panty vibe, with app-remote control

Lingerie

--Bra and Thong L/XL (it's in this pattern)

--Crotchless Lace n' Dots Panty (M/L)

--Crotchless Beaded Thong (1X/2X)

--Black panties (L) (kinda like this but less ass, black, not crotchless and with a star pattern. So not really like that I guess.) 

--Plain black sheer thigh-highs in unknown size with very simple garter

Your Various Goos

--Oral sex gel

--Condoms galore

--Massage creams

--Deep throat spray  (mint)

--Cherry flavored lube

--Astroglide silicone lube 

--Oral delight couples kit (I legit think there's a tongue in there)

Completely Random Stuff (I don't like to waste!)

--Woo Woo Tame It! Wax Strips

--Mario Badescu Facial Spray

--Wax play candle 

--Blindfolds

The details:  Pick one or pick a few to fill a box. You pay for postage (a medium flat rate priority box is $19.30, large is $26.30) plus a tip if you're enjoying the final days of Bidenomics. Will be cheaper if it's something light and small. My PayPal is jillhamilton001@gmail.com and my Venmo is @jill-hamilton-123.  Email me at jillhamilton001@gmail.com and tell me what you desire. I'll cross off stuff as it goes.

And if the random capitalization throughout this post is bothering you (well, it is now), I apologize, but I have been linking all this stuff for quite some time now and I'm too lazy to go back and fix it. Sorry, man. If this is the worst thing to happen to you today, you're good.

xo

jill

 

F*ck and Cover

Yes, it is jacked right now. Not your imagination! Tech companies, corporations, government officials and even once great media companies are behaving shamefully. (WTF LA Times??? Washington Post? New York Times? C'mon, mans!) 

Seems like a lot of people are acting dumb, greedy and/or really mean. I'm disappointed in every one of these cowardly fucks.

At this point, I'm kind of at shelter in place mode. Sometimes I try to ignore everything. Some I have magical thinking and hope for some strategic smiting--though at this point the sheer number of bad actors who would need to smited (smoted?) is becoming way too unwieldy to work even as a suitable fuck-YES-justice-is-served-MFers fantasy. 

So what to do? I think of that asshat husband of GOP Sen. Deb Fischer of Nebraska who, like a fucking baby, refused to shake Kamala Harris' hand. Instead of getting mad, Kamala just looked at him like "Oooo-kay" and kind of laughed. 

Her ability to laugh in the face of the completely outrageous behavior by folks who really, really need to pay a visit to a therapist and work their shit out is I think the key to what we do.

As people act more inhuman and inhumane, we act more humane. Be the kindest, most loving motherfucker on the planet. My current role models are the Whos. The Grinches of the world are taking all our shit, but we'll still gather around and have community and singing and joy. (Maybe skip the vaguely-sourced roast beast.)

I'm going deep on in-person relationships, long phone calls and telling people I love them. Avoiding social media, kinda, but I'm off Twitter and on Bluesky because Elon Musk can suck my dick. I got the Amazon links off my blog and am buying direct. (FWIW, I highly recommend Bluesky! No rich overlord, no ads, no evil Meta, lots of kicking off of assholes--it's great. Join me!) 

Anyway, all this to say, all we have is each other and this moment and... fuck, this is going way too earnest for a sex blog so let's add some sex, shall we?

I've got some sex toys for you to help with the everything. Pick one or pick a few to fill a box. You pay for postage (a medium flat rate priority box is $19.30, large is $26.00) plus a tip if you're enjoying the final days of Bidenomics. My PayPal is jillhamilton001@gmail.com and my Venmo is @jill-hamilton-123.  Email me at jillhamilton001@gmail.com and tell me what you desire.

This is what I have. I'll cross things out as they go out to various orifices and protuberances across the land. And please do tell me how it's going in your corner of the world. Because do I love you and if you were here I would give you a hug.

 

Large Rabbit Vibes

--Rose Gold Tappin' Rabbit, Thumping & Thrusting Duel Stimulator.  Like clit tappin'? This is your new boy/girl/other friend.

--Rose Gold Revolving Rabbit, Spinning Dual Stimulator. The clit part spins like a GD roulette wheel.

 Bullets with Attachments

--3 Bullet Vibrators with Stimulating Tips

--Bullet Vibrator with Stimulating Sleeves (got two of these!) 

--Jewel Vibe with 8 attachments (two of these too. I'm rich, I tell you!)  

 

Wand and Other Vibes

--Rechargeable Magic Massager. A powerful wand vibrator

Could pair with 

    --This rabbit attachment

    --This stroker attachment for a penis

--Lelo Mia 3 Personal Vibrator. Fancy bullet vibe  

--Licking Vibrator With Remote Dunno, man. See for yourself

--Thumping Vibe

 

Randos

--Dual-Ended Bendable Vibrator. Do with it what you will

--The Rumbling Rider, Wireless Rechargeable Vibrating Grinder. You sit on it to fuck it. 

--Four-Play Vibrator Set, Couple-Friendly Stimulator & Toys. A wearable vibe, a cock ring, panty vibe and an attachment.

--Adam's Gawk Gawk 3.0, Thrusting, Rotating & Vibrating Sleeve. For your favorite nearby penis.

--Wicked vanilla + sugar cane massage oil 

--Lots of condoms

I have a whole other haul under my bed which I will put up in a separate post, but I wanted to put this out into the world when we're still under the general rules of the Good Times.  

I love you. Like I said. Seriously.  

xo

jill

Drought

I haven't had sex in a really really long time. If I were to calculate the exact length of time for you, my eyes would well up with tears, and none of us wants that. (They might anyway, 'cause that's what's going down these days. Don't say I didn't warn you.)

I hadn't even had sex with my damn self, which is weird, because I'm a pretty easy lay. My life situation right now is such that people are pretty much always around me, none of whom want to see or hear me sprawled in my bed, wantonly having my way with myself.

But the other day I decided I should probably have a damn orgasm--for health reasons, if nothing else. I locked the bathroom door and started drawing a bath. I slid down to the spigot end of the tub to angle myself so the water stream could go where I needed it to go.

I don't know if you've ever had sex with a water stream but if you're a woman, it's kind of a sure thing. Usually this would have been a two-minute and out kind of deal. But for some reason, it took just... so long. Perhaps it was because I was slippery and kept sliding away from the water that was supposed to be fucking me. Or perhaps it was that I had become so divorced from my passion that I actually was doing this "for health reasons." 

I finally came for no other reason than I was determined, which, for the record, is quite low on the list of arousing thoughts. I don't remember if it was even good or not. It was just something I needed to have happen that did. Check.

The next day, I woke up and my legs were completely sore. Probably taking a long walk in flip-flops, I thought. Note to self: wear more supportive shoes. For health reasons.

Later I realized, Crap, it was the bath fuck. I had been clenching my legs so desperately, for so long, trying to have that lame-ass orgasm, that I, like, hurt myself.

For the next few days, my sore legs reminded me of several things, none of them horribly pleasant:
1.  I had sex with water.
2.  I had unsatisfying sex with water.
3. Though I consider myself to be in fine shape (Mighty fine! How it is that am I sex-less?) if there were ever a situation in which I had to do some sort of under-spigot competitive clenching, I would not end up on the winner's podium.
but worst,
4. During one of California's worst droughts in history, I had wasted water.

I'd like it think it wasn't entirely wasted. But if you want to report me, here's the web site for the Long Beach Water Department. There you can find several categories of water wasting such as "watering (with potable water) on a day other than Monday, Thursday or Sunday." I'll leave it up to you to figure out my specific violation.

xoxox
jill

(photo source)

Things Fall Apart

I recently suffered a loss. My loss was not a major loss. In the hierarchy of losses, mine was more a second runner-up kind of loss. 

We all suffer losses all the time, but some are sticky. This one is like that.

The center could not hold and now everything feels too bright. I am too open, too raw.

I'm doing what we call in our house "free crying," when you are overcome by tears anytime, anywhere. I have cried in the shower, cried in downward dog and cried upon hearing songs that are embarrassingly not cry-worthy.

Bad feelings come in unbidden and I want to Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind it all out of my brain. When they're not there, it almost feels off, and I let my thoughts edge towards/around/near the area in my brain where the Bad Feelings live to see if it still hurts, like touching your tongue to a mouth wound to see if the sore is still there.

When someone dies (which did not happen in this particular case), my mother says that for a period of time "the veils are thin." I asked her what she meant and she said, "the cosmic spiritual communication is more open than usual." She says things like that. I take it to mean that the boundaries of reality don't quite apply as they normally do.

Right now the veils are thin and the world looks different. It's all just more. More sad. But also more moments of awe. On a recent walk, my eyes filled with tears when I saw the neighbors whose dog who died on a sidewalk right in front of me a year ago, then again upon beholding the insane beauty of some tree bark. This was in the space of like two blocks.

Being so fucking open to both the beauty and deep sadness of life all at once is not pleasant, exactly, but it’s not entirely unpleasant. It doesn’t feel sustainable to feel this much, all the time. But I can live here a little bit.

Maybe sometimes it’s good to get the world rocked off its axis. Because the last several years have been a fuck of a lot. Reading about a good five or six completely horrific things before even finishing a cup of coffee is just...I mean, what are you supposed to do with that? It's too much. At some point, I went numb.

Finally feeling again--even feeling weepy and sad and that everything is almost unbearably beautiful/terrible--is still feeling and I've missed it.

If you, too, are inhabiting the Land of the Lost (sorry, man), I will pass on some advice from my friend Sandra, "Feel, but don’t dwell." 

It'll get better. Or better-ish. My particular brain chemistry is such that I have a natural equilibrium towards a solid state of meh. If things seem too good, I reel it in, so that I'm safely back at meh. When things gets too bad, same deal, back to meh.

The status of meh will return soon enough, I expect. But it feels okay to linger here in this tentative space, being way too open and feeling too much. While I'm here, I'm gonna to take the time to have a look around. Maybe see if there's anything I want take back with me when I return to the state of meh.

I think a lot about that picture of Johnny Knoxville up there at the top of this. In it, he's been shot out of a cannon and is hurling through space. He's clearly scared out of his wits and is desperately trying to ride forces beyond his control. But for one brief and glorious moment, he arches his back and just fucking nails it. Perfect form. 10/10.   

The takeaway? I guess if you, like me, are hurling through space and don't know where you're gonna land, take the moment to throw back those non-functioning/for display purposes only set of wings and fucking nail it.

xoxo

jill 

If you wish to make a donation due to drunkeness/fugue state/Bidenomics, here's a link, I think.

My PayPal is jillhamilton001@gmail.com and my Venmo is @jill-hamilton-123.

My Blackmailer Knows...My Secret!

Scree scree scree!

A while back, I received an email.

"Greetings," it started, friendly enough.

"I want to inform you about an important event that concerns your personal life! I know your secret!" This did sound important--lots of exclamation points! And yes, unlike you and everyone else on the planet, I DO have secrets!* How did they know???

"The fact is that I have been able to monitor your device and peripherals for some time and have figured out your email address." Meh, all of y'all know my email address too. It's jillhamilton001@gmail.com. There it is, plain as day. Still, I had to admire his commitment to monitoring my online activities which include both doom scrolling and crosswords.

"It has to do with the adult sites you visit." Oh. Yeeeeeah. I do that too. It's kind of my job, but still!

Mr. Greetings, not so GD friendly now, put a virus on my device, he says. He didn't mention which device but I was hoping it was something like the toaster, which doesn't know much. 

"Now your device is completely under my control. I can turn the microphone and camera on and off at any time." If he was gonna manically laugh, this would be the appropriate point.

"I have all copies of your data, including photos, social networks, correspondence and contacts of friends, family and colleagues," he warned. (And yeah I know it's sexist to say he's a he, but c'mon, no women would do this shit.)

"After thinking about it for a while, I decided to make an original video. The main character is you masturbating to a hard fuck." Well...it is not untrue that I have done such a thing.

"The screen in the video is divided into two parts: one side is you, the other side is the video you're watching. It's very entertaining." Entertaining? Very? Well, thanks I guess. 

"I assume you don't want your acquaintances, friends and relatives to see this masterpiece? Think of your honor and dignity!" My dignity? Okay, clearly this dude does not know me at all. 

But then he gives up the game.

"I see you like Negroes? Well, soon everyone you know will know about your hobbies."  Okay.  A. I'm sorry--did he just say Negroes? Really, guy? In 2022? B. Porn-wise, I search for men having sex with each other. As you know. C. I like lots of Black people plenty (not you, Candice Owens), but it's not really a factor in my porn habits. D. Still, even if I had a hardcore racial preference (which is fine? or maybe not? not sure...) who the fuck searches for "Negroes" besides a 97 year old man in Kentucky yelling at the Google???

Anyhow, the dude offered to delete the video for $650, for some reason giving me an unasked for discount off his usual price of $1000. Perhaps it was because my video was "very entertaining"? I'm decently vain but I doubted that my acquaintances, friends and relatives would be very entertained by a split screen video of highly specific porn and a wanking middle-aged chick filmed from the universally unflattering below-the-chin angle.

He gave me 24 hours before releasing the Kracken or whatever and then abruptly offered me even more savings (50 bucks off!) if I paid within an hour. 

He offered a few more threats--don't delete, don't complain, blah blah blah. "If find out right away that you somehow shared this email** - the video will be distributed immediately - you will become a porn star on all video platforms," he wrote, again resorting to flattery. A porn star? Really???

Then he ended it oddly with. "Don't be offended and good luck to you." F-ing weirdo.

Anyway, even though I knew for sure I wasn't looking at what he said, I was a little skeeved out. It may be relevant here to mention that when I get calls about "being sued over an important matter," I always make my husband reassure me that it's fake. "They would serve you via mail," he always says patiently, with the tiniest bit of "jeez, lady" in there. I am kind of a mark is what I'm saying.

Despite all this, I did not end up paying him--though I have watched plenty of porn and it would indeed give me his promised "peace of mind" if you all did not observe me doing it.

However I got that email in 2021 and then...nothing. NOT A ONE of you have told me what a very entertaining porn star I am. I'm a little disappointed, but my dignity remains intact (lol) and I saved $1000, $650 or $600, depending.

xoxo

jill

*Sometimes*** I pretend to be asleep when the dog barks so someone else has to let her out. 

**Oops

***Often

The Crush, Explained by Science

Careful, don't get burned.

"What is this volatile, often uncontrollable feeling that hijacks the mind, bringing bliss one moment, despair the next?"

--Helen Fisher, Why We Love

The other day, a reader contacted me to tell me she had something I had to write about. She reported that since attending her high school reunion a month back, her old flame had been poking her on Facebook. "Every day," she said meaningfully. It was clear from her words that this virtual poking was getting her all hot and bothered. "It's knowing that, at least for some moment in the day, I am on his mind," she reported.

At first I reacted like I usually do when someone tells me something I Simply Must Write About, which is to pretend that I am interested, then never actually write about it.

But the more I thought about it, I realized the story was the crush itself. Or how this very practical woman was now obsessively checking Facebook to see if any new pokes had come in from Mr. Reunion Dude. She had actually eroticized the little cartoon poking hand icon from Facebook which, to refresh your memory, looked like this:

Is this making you hot?

Still, her Pavlovian response to Facebook pokey hand is perfectly normal. Anyone in the midst of a crush has all sorts of neurochemical crap going on.

The last time I had a crush, I could tell exactly the moment it hit me. We were talking in my driveway, he said something vaguely risque, and I felt it come down upon me, like an actual thing. Like an affliction. "Oh fuck," I thought.

Because, although a crush is delightful and exciting and makes the world shine brighter, it is an affliction. A brain affliction. An affliction as in "pain, suffering and distress."

In her (quite excellent) book, "Why We Love," anthropologist Helen Fisher identified certain characteristics of people "in love." And I mean "in love" in the sense of "God, I want to lick their neck" instead of the "We've been together 35 years and he's an excellent father" kind of love. Like crazy stupid love where you do fucked up things and act psychotic. That one governor who snuck off to Brazil to meet his lover while claiming to be hiking? His kind of love. The astronaut chick who drove across the country to confront her romantic rival while wearing astronaut diapers to hasten her trip? Her kind of love.

According to Fisher, lovestruck people exhibit certain characteristics, including:
--"Special Meaning": This is giving the loved one an elevated status above others. "Your beloved becomes novel, unique and all-important," writes Fisher.
--Focused Attention: "The love-possessed person focuses almost all of his or her attention on the beloved, often to the detriment of everything and everyone else," writes Fisher. (see above: governor ditching his job.) "Infatuated men and women also concentrate on all of the events, songs, letters, and other little things they have come to associate with the beloved." (That would be you, Facebook pokey finger.)
--Aggrandizing the Beloved:  This means that although you can see the beloved's faults, you somehow reframe them as charming quirks. This what was probably happening to me when the (thankfully unconsumated) Crush above was later telling me about some penis test he got for flippin' gonorrhea. It involved a tube and his urethra, but I was all, "Oh really? That's fascinating!"
--"Intrusive Thinking": This is when you can't stop thinking about your loved one. In a 1988 survey, in love respondents reported thinking about their "'love object' over 85 percent of their waking hours." 85 percent! This happened to me with Gonorrhea boy. I would lie awake in bed thinking of him, so much so that it actually became tiresome. At a certain point, I didn't even want to be thinking of him, but my mind kept returning to him, as though he were a plague upon my brain.
--Looking for clues: This is the source of all "What do you think he really meant when he said I was 'interesting?'" conversations.
--Emotional fire: That's when you're so damn happy that eating or sleeping seems so...pedestrian.
--Intense energy: This includes exhilaration as well as the overwhelming awkwardness in the beloved's presence. Noted Andres the Chaplain in the 1180s: "Every lover regularly turns pale in the presence of the beloved." This would be the feeling of "How do I act normal around this delightful, insanely sexy person to disguise the fact that I am obsessively thinking about putting my mouth upon their upper thigh (the left one)?"

Fisher identified several others symptoms like jealousy, hope, adversity strengthening ardor, and such but I, sadly crush-less and thus unfueled by its exhilaration, grow weary upon listing them all.

Even Richard Burton was not immune to the overwhelmingly potent forces of attraction and noted upon meeting the 19 year old Elizabeth Taylor:

She was so extraordinarily beautiful that I nearly laughed out loud...Her breasts were apocalyptic, they would topple empires before they withered...her body was a miracle of construction...She was unquestionably gorgeous. She was lavish. She was, in short, too bloody much....those huge violet eyes had an odd glint...Aeons passed, civilizations came and went while these cosmic headlights examined my flawed personality. Every pockmark on my face became a crater of the moon.

So why do we act like such insecure ass-wipes when we when love someone? Fisher asked herself the same question, though I don't believe she used the term "ass-wipes." She promptly stuck some lovestruck folks into an fMRI machine to see what the hell was going on in their poor, love-addled brains.

What she found was a neurochemical stew driving the ass-wipeian behavior. The ancient reptilian brain, with its dumb quest for good feelings was going crazy. One part--the caudate nucleus, if you must know--is associated with the reward system of the brain and affects "general arousal, sensations of pleasure and the motivation to acquire rewards." Also active was the ventral tegmenal area (VTA), spewing dopamine about the brain, willy-nilly, giving lovers "focused attention...fierce energy, concentrated motivation to attain a reward, and feelings of elation--even mania." 

As a result, few drives are more basic and strong than the quest to bind with a lover. Fisher calls it, "a primordial brain network that drives the lover to focus his or her attention on life's grandest prize--a mate who may pass their DNA toward eternity."

I'll leave you today with these questions:

--Does any of this sound familiar?
--What undesirable characteristics have you overlooked while hepped up on love?
--And finally, do you not completely love the sentence, "She was, in short, too bloody much"?

 

UPDATE:  8/23/22.  If you hadn't guessed by all the passe cultural references (though, oddly, once a reference gets super passe, it becomes okay, ie 1180's Andres the Chaplain.), this is a rerun. Please do not alert your local authorities.

My Real Life Leo Grande Situation

This guy was not actually present

Hey friends, I'm the "middle aged woman" in this HuffPo article "I'm a middle-aged woman. This is what happened when I got a happy ending massage." Yay?

If you're feeling it, give it some clicks and some shares/love/whatever you've got. I need a little antidote to the anonymous trolls who use moments from the One Precious Life to comment stuff like, "This is an angry old woman."  Hey man, I'm an angry MIDDLE-AGED woman.

I'm extra grateful to my delightful editor Emily McCombs (previously of xojane!) who let me keep the chess joke in when I said I was kinda married to it. (Because OBVIOUSLY sex stories need more chess jokes.) "I understand," she said. "We've all been swept away by a good chess joke. 

xoxo

jill

PS if you want to tell me what you thought about "Good Luck to You, Leo Grande," I'd hear that too.

Notes From My Covid Sick Room

Mood

I'm at the part of COVID where I feel completely fine, but am still testing positive. So I've been banished to my bedchambers like a mad woman who lives in the attic in an 1847 gothic novel.

In my isolation, I do such fun activities like:

--Try to figure out if I'm going to get unemployment. (Side fretting: Am I employable? Do I actually want to be employable? Hint: no and also no.)  

And a full-on digression. According to the sci-fi I read growing up, we were supposed to be well on our way to a post-work utopian society where people could devote themselves to pursuing their interests and enjoying the village-run shared childcare while wearing loose, flowy clothes. Instead here were are, arguing about whether the minor inconvenience of wearing a mask to save someone's life is actually some sort of nefarious oppression, whether trying to take over the government by force is, like, bad, and all kinds of other ridiculous shit that we should have figured out decades ago.

--Worry about new spot on leg. Death imminent?

 --And....so far that's it. Fuck! It's only been a couple of hours and I've already done all my activities!

However, below me in my sick bed is a big-ass drawer containing yet more sex toys that need to find their way in/on/near a hole/protrusion/whatever you've got. I'll sent them to you! Another activity! (Next up: Silent weeping? Disturbingly thorough cleaning? The Jumble?)

Tell me what you want and I'll sent it/them to you for the price of postage and a decent tip (see also: unemployed.) Complete lowdown there at the end.

What I gots:

--Glas 4-pc Handblown Glass Dildo set, with glass Kegel balls, a butt plug and nice glass dildo with decorative/useful swirls on it. (Digression:  Do take a moment to think of the artisan who goes into their studio to hand blow you lovely glass butt plugs.)

--Gildo handmade glass dildo

--Clit Loving Thumper Vibe with "licking tongue for added pleasure" (or backup envelope licking if needed)

--Shegasm Forbidden Apple Silicone Clit Stimulator, suction plus vibrations plus a chance for rare apple sex

--Rabbit vibrator, heated and waterproof. (Can't link bc the manufacturer might get pissed)

--Pride Anal Trainer set, because anything can be branded for #PrideMonth

Plus these are still left:

 --Two Adam's Penis Extenders with ball strap, in both "realistic" and "fantasy." I don't think these models are available any more, but they look like this. Plus one plain ol' Adam's Extension.

--Vibrating Anal Bead Stick, looks fancy plus it's waterproof

--Adam's 3" Extension, goes over a dick or dick substitute for 3 extra inches.

--The Spank Me Vibe, a vibe and a spank strap all in one for your multi-tasking sex needs.

--Rear Rocker Vibrating Glass Anal Plug, "endless anal fun," it says.

 --Tingle all the Way Christmasy bullet vibe, if you don't care what holiday your vibe celebrates

 --Coochy Shave Cream and after shave protection spray, lip gloss (for...couples--dunno what that means), massage oil w/ CBD, massage oil in "sugar" scent

--Wicked Ultra Heat silicone lube, Wicked Sensitive, Wicked Simply Aqua, Wicked Hybrid, flavored lubes (birthday cake, cotton candy, cherry, strawberry)

--*Rechargeable Dual Entry Vibe/ w remote, double penetration without the social awkwardness

--*Adam's Glass Prostate Massager, pretty much what it says in the name there

--Adam's Deluxe Penis Ring Sampler, I grow too weary to explain this. Just look at it yourself. 

Live, and direct from my bed,

xo

jill

If you are also bedridden, please enjoy Cab Calloway, giving it his goddamn all in "Saint James Infirmary," even though he's a weird clown man in a creepy Betty Boop cartoon. 

         

The fine print:  

Tell me what you want at jillhamilton001@gmail.com. You can pick an item or two, or fill a whole box with 'em. Postage for a large size priority box is $21.50, medium is $16.10. Smaller things that fit in a padded envelop are generally less than 10 buck to ship. My PayPal is jillhamilton001@gmail.com and my Venmo is @jill-hamilton-123.  

PS I do not generally think the whole "sexy whatever" Halloween costume thing is funny but there is, for real, a "sexy plague doctor" costume. Sigh.

I Don't Know Sh*t About F*ck

Mood, if you look deep enough

Yesterday I was wading through the empty backwaters of the blog looking for something (keys? my glasses? don't recall...) and stumbled upon a post from 2013 defending myself/being defensive about a Jezebel story I'd written. Apparently many, many Jezebel readers had felt the need to take a moment out of their One Precious Life to tell me exactly what they hated about it and, by extension, me. I was super canceled, yo.*

None of this, however, is even the point. When I read the post, I agreed with Past Me on some parts and cringed at other bits, but my main takeaway was "Who IS this chick?" Fuck. Past Me had so much moxie. (My brain seemed to be working more better too.)

"My blue ribbon gumption is gone,"** sang Vic Chesnutt in Sponge. And I feel that. Hard.

I've been on hiatus*** from writing Cosmo sex positions for a few months now and I've been filling my life with non-writing-about-sex-positions activities. Turns out there are plenty! Instead of waking up in my customary manner (saying "Fuck!"), I wake up and think "What do I want to do today?" in a pleasant, eager manner. Which...wha???

What I've been wanting to do is: putz around in my yard, read books****, take walks, watch TV*****, tame a passel of feral foster kittens (the littlest, angriest one I named Ruth Langmore)--just things that seem fun (to me******) on any given day.

It occurred to me that I could be perfectly happy doing this kind of low-stakes hausfrau putzing about for the rest of my life. I could be an ideal retiree!, I thought proudly. I was noticeably more present for my friends and family, I was way more chill and spending my days filling my head with nature, gratitude and other people's really great art. Sometimes I actually had the full-sentence thought "I am so goddamned happy." So what if my blue ribbon gumption was gone? I had no ambition and I didn't care.

Now I'm about three months into it and I'm realizing that although I do like--nay, LOVE--excessive putzing, there may be a darker undercurrent to it all. Like maybe it's a trauma response to the past, oh, seven years in which I, and perhaps you, learned that lots of people will believe and even worship an obvious huckster, our system may not hold, people are way more racist that I ever dreamed, no one is doing anything about Ginni and Clarence Thomas, a shocking large number of our fellow citizens are not bright and also just really mean and that the world might end in a variety of highly plausible ways. The other week there was a story about how the climate was irreversibly broken and it was on page A6! Like there were A1 to A5 worth of stories that were even more dire than world endery. And this is every goddamned day. We are pummeled with alarming info that our brains cannot possibly rationally process.

It's a lot. And truth is, I've been spooked.

Yes, I've called Senators, campaigned for people (Viva Katie Porter!). I marched against this shit again and again but that was FIVE years ago and it feels worse. So my latest response has been staying home, stuffing my maw with unwise snack choices and watching Ozark. It's not ideal but that's what I got. In the words of my beloved Ruth Langmore: "I don't know shit about fuck."

Find little scraps of pleasure where you can, I say. Maybe let yourself go fallow for a season so you can come back renewed and ready to get back to whatever it is you do. Maybe I will end up going full-on Junior Retiree (PJs as day wear? Yes please!), maybe I will do some baller shit. I don't know.

As for the pursuit of fleeting pleasures, I again have an excess of brand new sex toys that I am happy to send to you for the price of postage and a tip for gas/embarrassment. Rules below******* 

Yours for the taking/fucking:

--Rechargeable Silicone G-Gasm Delight, g-spot vibe that has "delight" right there in the name. 

--Heat Me Up Warming Rabbit Thruster, actually does get warm and thrusty.

--Vibrating Anal Bead Stick, looks fancy plus it's waterproof

--Adam's 3" Extension, goes over a dick or dick substitute for 3 extra inches.

--Deep Love Thrusting Wand, shaft thrusts an "orgasmic" 1.75'' which is clearly better than our more-commonly used non-orgasmic measurement system.

--The Spank Me Vibe, a vibe and a spank strap all in one for your multi-tasking sex needs.

--Rear Rocker Vibrating Glass Anal Plug, "endless anal fun," it says. Though you can probably end it when you need to eat an entire bag of chips and watch Ozark.

 --Shower Stud Pure Skin Vibrator, a vibrating dildo (with balls!) with a suction cup for in the shower or anywhere you need to suction cup an extra penis to a wall. 

--Adam's Deluxe Penis Ring Sampler, I grow too weary to explain this. Just look at it yourself. 

I also have a few things left from this post. (Oh, so many penis extenders! For...holiday decor? Everything Everywhere All At Once cosplay? You decide!)

Figure out what you want. I'm gonna go do....something. Eat breakfast at 1:30? Dunno. I truly don't know shit about fuck. 

xo

jill

*For the record, I no longer stand with Naomi Wolf and think she's completely lost her mind. So on that point I've joined the "Fuck you, Jill Hamilton" camp. Go team!

** It's more like "gaaaawww-one." Dude was Suh-THERN. And you should listen to him at once. Start with West of Rome.

***It really is a hiatus. I will be going back any minute now, I think. 

**** Including, but not limited to: Easy Crafts for the Insane: A Mostly Funny Memoir of Mental Illness and Making Things by Kelly Williams Brown, The Nineties by Chuck Klosterman, Tacky: Love Letters to the Worse Culture We Have to Offer by Rax King, Ten Steps to Nanette: A Memoir Situation by Hannah Gatsby, The Puzzler: One Man's Quest to Solve the Most Baffling Puzzles Ever, from Crosswords to Jigsaws to the Meaning of Life by AJ Jacobs (see ******)

*****Bo Burnham's The Inside Outtakes, Kids in the Hall reboot and every season of Key & Peele (genius! I never saw them before!)

******I also like crossword puzzles, jigsaws and the Wordle. Um...I probably don't actually understand the concept of "fun." 

*******Email your address and what items or items you want to jillhamilton001@gmail.com.Shipping alone for a USPS priority medium box is $17.10, large is $22.80. My PayPal is jillhamilton001@gmail.com and my Venmo is @jill-hamilton-123. (Don't pretend you didn't see that tip bit. I know you did.) First come, first served. I will cross out stuff as it's claimed. And if you want to skip me entirely and just buy something via the links, the blog gets a little cut.

 ********Bonus footnote: Did you know that I realllly hate footnotes in articles? It's true! Go figure. 

Oh shit, one more thing. If you are getting two copies of this blog via email, just cancel one, preferably the Feedburner one. There's a glitch.

"The Copulatory Gaze" and the Body Language of Flirting

Whenever I'm around this one guy I know, I feel my head tilt to the side and my hand reach out toward him, as if to touch him. I try to stifle these gestures because they are sexual "tells," that is, unconscious moves signaling unspoken thoughts or intentions. And these particular gestures, I must confess, are universal mating signals. In terms of biological signaling, I may as well be breaking out the landing gear lights and guiding him to my gate, so to speak. I don't actually wish to mate with this dude (oh hell no) but, clearly some part of my subconscious is thinking he's fine. Real fine.

That's what's interesting to me about these mating gestures. I don't wish to signal anything to this guy, but my body certainly does, and I wonder what mechanism is at work there. I mean, why him? I am fascinated by how my body responds to him automatically and unconsciously. I don't mean to do the whole head tilt thing, it just happens. And although I'm not going to act on it, I have to admit that it's fun to feel my body react, feeling the pull of attraction and knowing I'm part of a timeless biological dance.

So what am I signaling exactly? Well, Grasshopper, a head tilt does a few things. It makes me smaller, for one, and exposes my vulnerable neck. These indicate "I am harmless." (Note: I may or may not actually be harmless.) Appearing harmless is a good thing, mating-wise, according to Helen E. Fisher in her completely fascinating book, Anatomy of Love: The Natural History of Monogamy, Adultery, and Divorce. Men also try to appear harmless. All of their initial mating gestures are geared to convey the basic message, "I am here; I am important; I am harmless."

Writes Fisher:
"Men tend to pitch and roll their shoulders, stretch, stand tall and shift from foot to foot in a swaying motion. They also exaggerate their body movements. Instead of simply using the wrist to stir a drink, men often employ the entire arm, as if stirring mud...And the whole body is employed in hearty laughter--made loud enough to attract a crowd."

In the 1960s ethologist Irenaus Eibl-Eibesfeldt used a secret camera to document female flirting behavior around the globe. No matter who he was creepily spying on scientifically studying, a universal flirting pattern emerged. Again, here's Fisher:

"First the woman smiles at her admirer and lifts her eyebrows in a swift jerky motion as she opens her eyes wide to gaze at him. Then she drops her eyelids, tilts her head down and to the side, and looks away. Frequently she also covers her face with her hands, giggling nervously as she retreats behind her palms."

Of all the courting gestures, to me, the most potent is the so-called "copulatory gaze." In cultures where eye contact is permitted, potential lovers will stare into each other's eyes a second or two longer than is necessary (generally two to three seconds) and, if interested, their pupils will dilate. Eye contact seems to trigger a primitive part of the brain, notes Fisher, calling forth one of two basic emotions--approach or retreat. "You cannot ignore the eyes of another fixed on you," she writes, "You must respond."

Many of these courting gestures are present in animals as well. Female possums do the coy look/head tilt move. Snakes, frogs and toads inflate their bodies to draw attention to themselves, and "pygmy" chimpanzees at the San Diego Zoo look deeply into the other's eyes for several moments before having sex. (No documentation exists on whether they also make each other mix tapes.)

My favorite animal courting move, however, comes from the chimps observed by the lovely Jane Goodall at the Combe Steam Reserve in Tanzania. When a female is in estrus (heat), a dominant male doesn't muck around with the loud laughing and notable drink stirring, he gets right to the point. "A male will stare intently to get a female's attention, sit with his legs open to display an erect penis, flick it, rock from side to side (and) beckon her with outstretched arms."

Yes, it's kind of comically direct, but I can see how with the right chimp, or my case, human male, it would be quite heady to be so courted. Although it would have the unfortunate side effect of eliminating the wholly enjoyable pastime of analyzing and dissecting a potential lover's moves. "Okay, so last night, Fred was staring intently at me, displaying his erect penis and flicking it. What do you think he meant?"

Thus we get to your questions of the day. One of the reasons I'm so fascinated by this subject is because I was always bad at interpreting such signals. What about you? Do you consciously use these gestures, or have you noticed yourself doing them? Do you notice when a potential suitor is doing these things, feel a general intuition about their intentions, or what?

Please, do tell.

xoxo

jill 

Attention, please:  this is a rerun. Do not be alarmed.

Where's Balldo? (He's under my bed with all the other toys)

Bozo could be cruel

When I was a kid growing up in Atlanta, Georgia, there was a local kids' show called Bozo The Clown. I remember nothing about it except at some point there was a game involving a Lazy Susan type thing with a few small paper bags on top. A lucky kid audience member would be blindfolded (it was the 70s, it was okay to do #$@$ like this), our local Bozo would spin the table and the kid would stick their hand into one of the bags. There within, they would find either a cool prize (don't remember what, probably Jarts or candy cigarettes or something--again, 70s) or--in a weirdly cruel addition to the game--they would plunge their hand into a big bag full of shaving cream, receiving nothing but public humiliation.  

I, however, am kinder than your local Bozo (and yes, there were many Bozos. That's when we had a strong middle class and a robust market for Bozos in every town.) As your local Bozo today, I will not be wearing clown make-up for you, but I do have pretty jacked up hair and a whole bunch of prizes, only one of them shaving cream.

And the best part is, you get to look in the bag and see what's in there first. Any humiliation you happen to suffer will be in private.

What I'm getting at is that is that the drawer on my IKEA Malm bed is again filled to the brim with sex toys that companies have sent me. I cannot fuck them all--some are duplicates, some I lack the requisite body parts and/or general moxie to have relations with them.

Want some?  Here's how it works:

--Pick out what you'd like (multiple choices are fine--I'll fill a whole damn box for you if you want.). 

--You pay for shipping, plus a tip for gas/the fact that I am mailing sex toys at my post office in broad daylight. Shipping alone for a USPS priority medium box is $16.10, large is $21.50. My PayPal is jillhamilton001@gmail.com and my Venmo is @jill-hamilton-123.  

--Crossed out items are no longer available.

--If you use a link on a listing with an asterisk to buy something on your own, the blog gets a wee cut, which I will immediately waste on Coke Zero.  

Here's what I have:

First, the lovely and generous folks at Adam and Eve sent me a big-ass box of their top-selling toys, many of which I can personally recommend. (These particular toys are still virgins, fear not.)

--*Clone-A-Willy, a kit so you can make a vibrating silicone replica of your dick. It's in "light" skin tone, so if you're darker than that, you're gonna be fucking with a white dick. They do sell darker ones though. Black dicks matter.   

--*Fleshlight Go Surge, a nicely heavy penis masturbator. It's for "the man on the go, leading a fast paced lifestyle," but I imagine it still works if you're just lying around in your bed jerking off, again. 

--*Satisyer Pro 2 Air Pulse Stimulator, these pulse-y clitoral vibrators are pretty fucking great.  

--*Eve's Rechargeable Thrusting Rabbit, just have to lie back and be ravished

--*Eve's Petite Private Pleasure Wand, it's small but super versatile and powerful. One of my favorites, not that you asked.

--*Magic Wand Rechargeable, the original "personal massager" 

--*Satisfyer Breathless, a smaller air pulse clit vibrator, plus vibration

--*Pure Enrichment Peak Wand Massager, small, quality wand for all the groinal enrichment you require.

--*Fifty Shades of Grey Greedy Girl G-Spot Rabbit Vibrator, if you're from several years ago

--*Sports Sheets Under the Bed Restraint System, because someone is in for it. 

Here's what ELSE I've got, as I'm just now uncomfortably realizing that I am indistinguishable from a sex toy hoarder.

Penis toys:

--Two Adam's Penis Extenders with ball strap, in both "realistic" and "fantasy." I don't think these models are available any more, but they look like this. Plus one plain ol' Adam's Extension. 

Butt stuff:

--*Booty Bliss Vibrating Beads, for your booty bliss needs.

--*Three Hearts Gem Anal Plug Set, in metal, small, medium and large. Bliss factor unknown. 

--*Rechargeable Dual Entry Vibe/ w remote, double penetration without the social awkwardness

--*Adam's Glass Prostate Massager, pretty much what it says in the name there

Vibrators:

--*Eve's Thrusting Rabbit with Orgasmic Beads, even has a turbo mode.

--Eve's Bliss Vibrator, a rabbit vibe that is no longer available but it's akin to this.

--Bess Clitoral Vibrator, it's pokey!

--Unicorn set, a small three-piece set with a little clit suction vibe, a thruster and a vibrator.

--Tingle all the Way Christmasy bullet vibe, if you don't care what holiday your bullet vibe celebrates

--Emojibator Eggplant Vibrator, wee vibrator shaped like the eggplant emoji

Potpourri!

--*Eve's Ultimate Thrusting Strapless Strap-On, you fuck someone and the vibrator fucks you--just lots of things getting fucked. 

--*Inflatable Position Pillow, get things where they need to go

--*Tickled Pink Babydoll, lingerie in size L/XL 

--Blindfold, fox fur body tickler, a feather teaser and some bamboo silk rope 

--*Manscaping kit

--*After Dark board game, hey man, it's rated 4 stars

--Coochy Shave Cream (SEE????) and after shave protection spray, lip gloss (for...couples--dunno what that means), massage oil w/ CBD, massage oil in "sugar" scent

Lube (OMFG. So. Much. Lube)

--Wicked Ultra Heat silicone lube, Wicked Sensitive, Wicked Simply Aqua, Wicked Hybrid, flavored lubes (birthday cake, cotton candy, cherry, strawberry)

*deep breath*

--Anal lube, warming anal lube, Lube for toys in regular, warming and cooling, and some silicone lube, lots of water-based lube, a silicone-water hybrid. Also two kinds of CBD-infused pleasure gels/oils, this one and this one.

Let me know what you want.

xo

jill

PS Last time I inadvertently sent a package to a man's home address, instead of his secret mistress's address. Which was bad. So yeah. I am changing lives with my work. What are you doing with your One Precious Life?