Posts by Joan Price
PalmPower: Now rechargeable!
8/8/2016. Updated review, thanks to the new rechargeable version of the PalmPower!
August 2016 update:
Woo hoo, my beloved little PalmPower now has a rechargeable model, aptly named the PalmPower Recharge. If you’re not familiar with the original PalmPower, read my June 2014 review below, then come back here.
The original model had to be plugged in while you used it. Not a big deal for most of us. But if you want to take your vibrator on a camping trip, or use it with a partner without getting tangled up, or you want to travel light on an overnight, you might have wished that you could charge your PalmPower, then take it away cord-free. Now you can. The PalmPower Recharge comes with a USB cord for recharging, then you can disconnect the cord and play on.
How’s the intensity compared to the corded version? Very similar, not exactly the same. I found the rechargeable a smidgen less intense and a bit more rumbly than the buzzier original model. It’s still powerful, especially given its small size. The design, size, shape are all the same, and the same attachments fit on both. Neither model is waterproof. You can remove and wash the cap (or other attachment), but you can’t use the PalmPower in the bath or the pool, sorry.
If you’ve wished you had a strong, portable, small, uncorded vibrator that didn’t require an outlet during use, the PalmPower Recharge will put a sweet, satisfied smile on your face. If you already have the original and the necessity of using it corded isn’t a significant annoyance, stick with that one.
Many thanks to the Smitten Kitten for sending me the new model, for promoting sex positivity and sex education, and for supporting my mission here. Wonderful folks, those Kittens.
If you’re curious about the ring in the photo above, it’s the Clitoring from Penelopi Jones. The design is the internal clitoris — quite a conversation starter, eh? After I bought mine, I asked if they would offer a discount to my readers and audiences — yep, if you enter “niceprice” in the coupon box, you get 15% off.
Original review, June 2014:
Drum roll, please: Introducing the PalmPower, a lightweight, ergonomically designed product that packs so much power into a small, silicone topped vibrator that it jumped to #1 on my personal Hit Parade the first time I used it. And the second time. And… you get the picture.
Let me back up. If I were inventing a vibrator that would be perfect for me, at age 70, and for most of you, dear readers over 50, it would have these qualities:
- Really strong.
- Body-safe materials.
- Really strong.
- Lightweight and ergonomic — easy to hold with arthritic wrists for as long as it takes.
- Really strong.
- Easy to power on and turn up the intensity, even when fingers and vibrator are well lubed.
- Really strong.
- Difficult or impossible to inadvertently decrease intensity, switch to unwanted patterns, or turn off by mistake. (Hate it when that happens!)
- Really strong.
- Won’t die, run out of charge, or otherwise kill the buzz (literally and figuratively) for as long as it takes.
- Really strong.
Until last week, the Magic Wand — my favorite since the 1970s — was the clear winner, with all but one of the qualities above. But you know that the Magic Wand, as stellar as it is in every other category, is far from “lightweight.” It’s huge and heavy, but we put up with that because of its world class performance. (And, frankly, it doesn’t take very long to reach our goal with the Magic Wand, so the monster heft of it does no real damage.)
The PalmPower has taken over as my favorite vibrator because it has all the qualities in my list. All of them, including lightweight. Best of all, as small as it is, the vibrations are super strong, strong, STRONG!
Using the PalmPower is simple. Plug it in (it comes with an assortment of plugs for different countries), press the button to turn it on. The longer you hold the button pressed in, the higher the intensity climbs! Release when you get the intensity where you want it, and it will stay there! (Sorry for all the exclamation marks, but I wish all vibrators worked like this.) Press and release quickly to turn it off. That’s it.
The head of the vibrator is a silicone cap that pulls off easily for cleaning or for trying a different attachment. To put it on, line up the “T” inside the cap with the “T” on the head, and it snaps right on. (I couldn’t get a clear photo of the “T,” sorry.)
I received two of the four possible attachments — one with narrow “ears” and one with widely spaced “ears.”
You can use the main cap and/or these attachments for honest-to-goodness massage, and the “ears” are also fun for penis stimulation. (Try the narrow ears on his frenulum, that sensitive, nerve-rich area where the glans meets the shaft on the underside of the penis.)
There are two more attachments that I did not receive — one turns the PalmPower into a rabbit (clitoral and vaginal stimulation) and the other is designed for G-spot stimulation.
6/267/14 update: I’ve tested the additional attachments. The “rabbit” doesn’t do much for me, but I was surprised to discover that I really like the G-spotter! Here’s why:
- It fits so snugly that the PalmPower becomes hands-free (!)
- The strongest vibrations are concentrated on the clitoris (where the cap presses), with more subdued vibrations right against the G-spot (where the internal part presses)
- You can play with tapping it, rocking it, or just letting it sit and vibrate. Yummy.
The Palm Power does have some cons, but I’ll overlook them because of all the pros:
- It has to be plugged in while in use. (It comes with a nice, long cord, though, so you don’t have to station yourself near the wall socket.)
- Only the silicone cap can be washed — the rest has to be wiped down without getting it wet. Be careful with the lube.
Hmmn, I think those are the only cons. It’s a fabulous product!
Thank you, The Smitten Kitten, for introducing me to the PalmPower and sending me my new best buddy in return for an honest review.
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| Joan pretends the PalmPower is a microphone |
Eight Years Later… reflections on loving, losing, and living on
August 2, 2008: I kissed Robert, my husband and great love, for the last time. Exactly seven years before that, we kissed for the first time. Over the years I’ve chronicled our love story and my grief story. Last year at this time, I had been without him for the same number of years as we were together. Today, I had to tick off another year without him.
I wasn’t sure whether — or how — I would write about this today. I read my past posts about losing Robert, and my past posts about loving Robert. I reread the little book he wrote just before he died: the last thoughts he wanted to share.
Then when I started reading some of the cards and letters he wrote me, I decided I’d let Robert speak for himself. I share some of these to show you that it’s never too late to find your great love, and maybe we shouldn’t settle for anything less.
If your beloved is with you still, please set aside the petty things that annoy you, solve the big issues as best you can, communicate your needs in an honest and loving way, and please let your loved one know your gratitude and appreciation. Surprise your loved one with sweet messages. Make every day together count.
And if you’ve lost your loved one, know that it does get better year by year, especially if you stay active and let people get close to you. It’s all too easy to close down and shut people out. But don’t! Find ways to live with joy and clarity. Keep learning. Use your skills and knowledge to help others.
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One the first anniversary of Robert’s death, a grief counselor suggested that I do one thing that honors my memory of Robert, one thing that I’ve never done before, and one thing that helps other people. That turned out to be good advice, not just at year one, but at every anniversary, birthday, and holiday — those days when the pain can be especially sharp.
Moving forward, I’ve learned, doesn’t mean that we’ve left our loved one behind — it means we take with us what we shared, what we learned, and above all, that we know how to love and live fully. Eventually we find that the tears diminish as laughter grows, and when our hearts open, joy can enter.
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I welcome your comments.
Secret Sex Lives by Suzy Spencer: book review
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| Suzy Spencer photo by Randy Austin-Cardona |
Since first grade, when I first lusted over a gorgeous dark-haired boy named Travis, I prayed to Jesus for a boyfriend. I never got one. The closest I ever came was a couple of briefly consummated associations with married men. . . I don’t trust men enough to be emotionally intimate with them. And I don’t know why men terrify me so. They just do. God, they do.
Does that sound like the kind of person who interviews strangers about their sexual behavior for a book? Yet that’s what Suzy Spencer did. At age 50, she took a yearlong detour from writing true crime and placed an ad on Craigslist, asking for people who were willing to talk about their sex lives.
Her “sex freaks” — as she dubbed them — contacted her in droves. They were eager, often titillated, to talk about their sexual encounters, desires, and secrets — including cheating on their spouses, swinging, kink play, Dom/sub, phone sex, cross-dressing, and more. The result: Secret Sex Lives: A Year on the Fringes of American Sexuality.
Was Spencer kinky and wild herself? Quite the opposite. She hadn’t had sex in ten years and admitted feeling out of her element about the whole subject. Raised Southern Baptist and never having experienced satisfying sexual freedom personally, she was uneasy about her own reactions to some of the wild stories and confessions she was hearing. Sometimes she was fascinated past journalistic curiosity. Sometimes she pushed journalistic boundaries* as well as personal ones. Sometimes she was disgusted. And occasionally she described trying not to laugh.
Those last two reactions interfered with my appreciation of the book at times. I don’t think she realized how judgmental she was (or if she did realize it, it didn’t bother her). For example, she told a round-bellied, truck-driving Texan that he didn’t look bisexual (“I am just shocked — I mean, no one would look at you and think — ever.”). She had to fight back “something putrid” rising in her throat when one of her interviewees described having daddy/daughter phone sex. She described Lady Sapphire, giving a presentation on bondage, this way:
Lady Sapphire’s demeanor is pure rural. Her eyeglasses look like one-hour wire frames. Her…dress reveals white, scarred, toneless arms. Its neckline…covers her breasts, which are aligned with her protruding stomach…Slump-shouldered, Lady Sapphire looks like she’s about to go grocery shopping on a hot summer day.
* About the boundary pushing. At one point, a man who has been describing his phone sex encounters invites Spencer to listen in on his multi-orgasm-producing conversation with phone sex partner of the moment. However, the recipient of this call — and of the multiple orgasms — would not know that Spencer was listening in. Spencer agreed and went through with it, which struck me as highly unethical. The phone sex was consensual — but would it have been if the recipient had known that a journalist was listening and taking notes, and would later record this conversation in a book?
I appreciated seeing the changes in Spencer’s attitudes about sex as she delved into other people’s sex lives and how they felt about what they did. She was painfully aware of how tightly closed up her own desires were, and she realized she was living vicariously through her “sex freaks.”
Much as I didn’t like Spencer’s judgmental reactions to her subjects, I respect her as a writer for her courage in revealing the jarring flaws in her own sex-positivity. She easily could have cut comments like “I need a break from cross-dressing, enemas, slaves, sluts, and whips” or “I was so tired of hearing men rationalize their cheating by complaining that their wives had lost all sexual interest due to menopause or a hysterectomy” or “I wasn’t all that interested in watching a beer-bellied retiree with rosacea rub his penis until sperm oozed,” and we’d be none the wiser. But the struggles with her upbringing and prejudices are part of the journey for Spencer.
This aim of this book reminded me a little of America Unzipped: In Search of Sex and Satisfaction by Brian Alexander, which I enjoyed tremendously and reviewed in 2008. If you haven’t read that one and you like learning about how other people enjoy/ express/ revel in sex (and we’re not talking about missionary position with the lights out), check it out, too.
Siime Eye: vibrator + camera for vagina selfies
Reviewing sex toys is tough work, but somebody’s got to do it. Usually I say that as a joke — the “work” involved is almost always joyful. However, at times I have to work pretty hard for you, dear reader, such as this review of the Siime Eye.The Siime (pronounced “SEE-ME”) Eye from Svakom is a very slim vibrator, 1-inch in diameter, designed for internal stimulation, and it has a special attribute: a camera!
Yes, at the tip of the vibrator is a camera which is designed to let you take a photo or video of what’s going on inside your own or a partner’s vagina. I could, I fantasized, see what my vagina looked like relaxed, aroused, and during orgasm. I could see what my cervix did. Knowledge is power!First things first. You need to download the Siime app onto a smart phone, tablet, or laptop. The app sets up its own wi-fi network. Once the camera and the app are both turned on, you pair them using the password you’re given (you can change it, but why bother?).
Easy peasy following the instructions in the app. Now everything the camera sees is viewable on your device. You can snap photos or record videos of the inner workings of your vaginal canal to export to your personal photo gallery or, I suppose, to YouTube. (No, dear reader, I did not upload mine to YouTube because… just no.)
The truth is that it didn’t quite work that way. Truth #1: I discovered that vaginal secretions do not make for a clear camera lens. In fact, all I saw was a coated, cloudy, pinkish blur.
Aha, now I understood why several other reviewers, such as Emmeline Peaches, Penny for Your (Dirty) Thoughts, and Carnal Queen, said that a clear speculum was a necessary add-on purchase before being able to use this product as intended. The nice folks at Siime Eye told me that there’s no need for a speculum, but I don’t know where they found clear, non-coating vaginas.
So I ordered a clear speculum, size small, from Amazon. I wasn’t sure how I’d work the two together, but it turns out that the opening between the two arms of the speculum can be adjusted to make room for the Siime Eye. So far so good.
But then I discovered Truth #2: There’s nothing about an inserted speculum that is sexy or even allows for the possibility of arousal. I got a clear view, yay, but there was no way that an orgasm would happen with that thing in me. Truth #3: Although the Siime Eye is a vibrator, that’s meaningless when it’s inside a speculum. It would only vibrate the plastic of the speculum. Still, it was interesting to see what was going on in there.
Truth #4: Older vaginal tissues are thin and fragile. (I knew that.) As I wiggled the speculum and the Siime Eye around trying to make them fit right and show what I wanted (much like robotic surgery, I’d guess), I felt enough discomfort after a few minutes to abort the operation. The discomfort persisted, and I discovered some light bleeding. That was from the plastic speculum, not the Siime Eye — which is smooth silicone, slender, and perfectly comfortable on its own. My first attempts at a vaginal selfie failed.
With the camera turned off and the speculum banished to another room, the Siime Eye becomes a slim, buzzy, penetrative vibrator. For women who have discomfort during insertion of a normal-size penis or dildo, this body-safe silicone vibrator might be a pleasant alternative. The shape is straight and narrow, not designed for G-spot stimulation.
In case you want to play with the Siime Eye camera for other uses, it doesn’t give a sharp image unless you’re right up against your subject. Compare the photo of my face from just inches away (blurry) with that of my eye, close enough that a sneeze would poke it out. I wasn’t expecting the camera quality of a medical-grade endoscope, so that wasn’t a big surprise.
I wanted to like the Siime Eye, really I did. It’s such a cool idea, and my Svakom contact person was very helpful and patient. Playing with a partner would likely give you better results than I had solo. And if you’re into doctor play, this will be your tool of choice! I’d love to know your experiences with it.
The nice Svakom people also sent me the Keri, a spoon-shaped clitoral vibrator that’s small, ergonomic, and light enough for travel. The design keeps it out of the way during partner sex — very handy when you need an assist during partner penetration. However, I’m lukewarm about the Keri because it’s buzzy, not super strong, and the handle vibrates almost as much as the working end, which can irritate your hand and wrist and get in the way of pleasure.
If you’d like to try Siime Eye, it’s available on Amazon through an authorized distributor at this link or on Svakom’s own website.
