Category: Life

Brought To You By The Letter ‘C’ Pt.2

I’m back!

So this is just a quick update post really. As some of you may know I’ve been dealing with cancer for the past while. If you hadn’t heard you can read my original post here.

For the past six months I’ve been going to the hospital several times a week for treatments involving skin removal, topical medicines and localized cytotoxic chemical baths. It’s been extremely painful, draining and generally awful. I would not recommend it.

Well after six months of hell, I’m proud to say that I’m almost cancer free! *insert cheering here* I have a few more treatments left, Likely only another month or so. It’s still not a 100% guarantee but my oncologist is extremely happy and has a lot of confidence that things are going end with a positive outcome. I’m extremely happy with myself for my progress, And my amazing partner who’s helped me every step of the way.

I’d like to thank everyone who reads the blog, follows me on twitter or otherwise engages with me in any way, You’re all amazing, And I love all of you.

Brought To You By The Letter ‘C’

Hello everyone! Long time no see!

First off I want to apologize for my relative absence, This is a personal blog and while I don’t have any set schedule or need to post things on a daily basis I still feel bad that I’ve let the blog go untouched for so long.
I legitimately have no way of segueing my way into what I want to write about today so I’m just going to dive right in. I have cancer. I don’t really even need to say much more than that, But I will.

It goes without saying that Cancer sucks, I’ve lost  many of my family members to it but I’m here to assure everyone who reads this blog, or follows me on twitter or knows me in any way that I’m not going anywhere! My treatments are horrible, painful and draining but I have an incredible partner whos helping me every painful step of the way and a whole slew of amazing people I’ve met through this blog and Twitter (That’s you!).

My posts may be delayed, I may tweet less frequently and I may be overly negative but Perineum Plunders isn’t going away. I’ve been through proverbial hell throughout my past and if I can survive that I can beat aggressive skin cancer!

Thanks to those who’ve I’ve confided in already (You know who you are), It really means everything to me right now just knowing that I have people whom I can turn to if need be. And thank you to everyone whos reading this right now, your viewership and support means so much to me as this blog is truly something that I love doing.

-Perineum Plunders

Rant: Beer Preference ≠ Free Pass

Hello everyone and welcome to a new section of the blog! This is my rant space, Where I get to write out things that I’ve got on my mind, Sometimes they’ll be cohesive and other times not so much…

Some of you who follow me on twitter may know that I recently landed an amazing job working at a craft brewery! I love craft beer and it feels amazing to be a part of team that really enjoys what they do, But that doesn’t mean their isn’t stuff that pisses me off, Not even close.

The brewery I work at is referred to as a brewpub which just means we have a pub on the same premises as the brewery. The pub stays really busy and we have a very loyal customer base but I’d wager somewhere around 60-80% of our daily business is first time or new customers. Our bartender is really nice, She’s very approachable and friendly, Has excellent knowledge of our products and food pairings but she does something that really gets my blood boiling.

When it comes to craft beer and just beer enthusiasts in general you will often hear people giving recommendations for new or interesting beer to one another, But one thing I’ve noticed is that if someone outright says they dislike or hate beer near an enthusiast they often make it their mission to get that person to try a beer and get them to like it. You’ll often hear people say things like “Ohh well you just haven’t tried the right one” or after hearing what they’ve tried going “Well of course you didn’t like those beers”. This kind of behaviour certainly isn’t limited to just beer and alcohol, But it seems to be extremely prevalent in the community and especially with my coworker.

Suggestions are a great thing, They can convince people to try something new and broaden their horizons, But when someone turns down your suggestion or expresses distaste for the category don’t freaking force the issue! Our bartender is extremely bad for this, She will straight up ignore people saying that they dislike and don’t want beer and start pouring something for them anyway because, As she says “Ohh, I know your going to like this one”  or “This is so much better than XXX brand”. I understand that to a certain point that’s her job, To sell the product and to get people to try it, But she takes it way too far.

Think about the situation if you swapped beer for something else, “No thanks, I don’t like cheese” “Ohh you’ve just had crappy cheese, here’s a grilled cheese sandwich” or “No thanks, I don’t like oral sex” “Ohh you’ve just never had good oral sex”, Seems a lot less tolerable right? It’s salesmanship and curiosity up until a certain point, After that you’re just blatantly ignoring their preferences and forcing yours on them. Maybe, Just maybe they *gasp* genuinely don’t fucking like beer! Forcing people who don’t like beer to try beer isn’t going to make them magically like it, Instead they’re probably going to continue to dislike beer, Probably because they don’t like the flavours of the base ingredients in beer, Or maybe they’ll continue to dislike it just out of spite for some asshat who tried to force them to like it in the first place.

Moral of the rant is if someone says they dislike something, Don’t be “that” person who fawns and obsesses over trying to convert them to like it, If your ego can’t take the thought of someone having a different preference to your own maybe you should spend a little less time near people. Nobody likes to have their preferences forced to attempt change, And just because someones preferences differs from your own, Doesn’t mean that theirs or your preference is invalid, It’s just different!

Perineum’s Praeterita Part II: Heavy Waters

Welcome to part II of my personal story, This time I’m writing about a few father & son outing that went wrong. Be warned, it’s a long one.

Thanks for checking out the second post in this series, I know it’s unusual to see such a personal post on a sex toy blog but for as much as this blog is about reviewing sex toys it’s also about being an outlet, This blog originated as a creative outlet for me to be able to explore my sexuality and for me to develop as a person and this series is an extension of that although to a more extreme degree. What will be contained in this and future posts in this series are my personal recollections of previous events in my life, In an unfiltered and uncensored fashion, Some of these posts may be extremely sad and hard to read for some people while other posts could be about generally happy events in my life. Before the main body in each post will be a bolded and bracketed line of text containing possible triggers that may upset or otherwise make people uncomfortable so please read at your own discretion.

(Triggers: Alcoholism, Death, Drowning, Severe Injury)


For almost the entirety of my pre adult life I lived with my mother, step father and my siblings, While I may not have lived with my biological father we visited very often and he was a big part of our lives. I always had much more in common with my biological father than my step father, Not that my step father is a bad or uninteresting person but both me and my father always had similar interests. When I visited my father we often went camping or worked on computer together, He taught me a lot of skills that I still use on a daily basis like the importance of critical thinking, process of elimination, how to cook and much more, He was instrumental in shaping the kind of person I’ve become.

I grew up quite sheltered from a lot of things, We didn’t have a lot of money growing up so we didn’t get out much, Because of this there were a lot of things that I simply didn’t know about or didn’t realize the real world implications of, Like alcohol. We didn’t have cable at all growing up, We had a TV and a few video games and old VHS tapes but that was it, And neither my step father or my mother drank at all so I really was never exposed to anything to do with alcohol and the thought of a beverage that you could drink that could change the way you behaved or thought had never crossed my mind. My only real experience with alcohol was when I visited my father but it was never really discussed other than “Oh that’s beer” what it actually was or what it did was never explained at any point. My parents divorced when I was less than a year old, The reasons why were never really discussed but I would find out later that a large portion of it was my fathers drinking which would have been handy information given how the events later on would unfold.

One summer shortly before the beginning of my first post in the series I went to visit my father who was then living about a 5 hour drive away, He drove all the way to come pick me up and we had a great time on the drive back. The entire way there we played games and he filled me in on new things in computers, we talked about cars and engines and he filled me in on our fishing trip he had planned on the end of the week. Rest of the week was amazing and was filled with good times and great food, playing video games and getting to use his pellet gun in the back yard. The real issues started on the second to last day when we were going to get up really early and head to the local lake to go fishing, What should have been a wonderful day out with my father turned into a traumatic experience.

We both woke up fairly early, fumbled around in the early morning dark to get dressed and pack our lunches and food for the day. After a considerable amount of time we packed up the truck and headed out towards the lake, It was about an hour-long drive each direction but it didn’t seem to take nearly that long to get to the lake. We loaded all of our gear into the boat and set off for one of my fathers fishing spots and most of the morning was relaxing and enjoyable, A lot of silence and enjoying the scenery, We even got to watch an old steam train pass by the edge of the lake.(Yes, I was one of those train crazy kids, Because trains are awesome) Only at around lunch time did things start to take a turn for the worst, While I was eating my lunch so was my father but what I didn’t realize at the time was that he had packed a 30 case of beer into the cooler we had brought with us and he started drinking while we were fishing. You have to remember that at this point in my life I had no experience with alcohol, I knew that he was drinking beer but I had no idea of how that would affect him, It wasn’t an issue other than him getting louder and our rate of catching fish plummeted – Not until we decided to head back that was.

We had originally planned on heading back in around dinner time and grabbing some food at a restaurant along the way, But the weather had turned stormy really fast so we decided to head back in early to  mid afternoon, By this time my father had finished almost all of the 30 beers in the cooler. While headed back to shore I distinctly remember  my father asking “Want to have some fun?” and me screaming “No” because I was never comfortable on rough waters, and I had never learned how to swim, My father being drunk took my no as a yes and proceeded to rip the throttle wide open and carve through the increasingly water. Nearly paralyzed from fear all I could do was grip the sides of the metal boat as hard as I could while my father laughed at me for being scared of his driving and the rough waters, It wasn’t long until he hit a wave extra hard at an odd angle which pitched me straight out of the boat and into the water. Anyone who lives in BC or anywhere with mild summer temperatures and glacier fed lakes can attest that even in summer the lakes are freezing cold barring an extremely warm summer, Soon as I hit the water I could feel my muscles tense from the cold, I flailed around for a while trying to keep my head above water and fighting with the life-preserver until my father brought the boat back around close enough for me to cling to. After managing to pull myself back into the boat with no help from my father who was too busy laughing at the situation we got the boat to shore.

I spent the next 20-30 minutes trying to dry myself off with greasy shop rags that were in the boat house while my father gathered up all the stuff from the boat and secured the boat to the dock. After what seemed like ages we got into the truck and at this point you would think that he would use his phone to call someone to pick us up because he was clearly drunk, But he didn’t. The road that led to and from the lake was a narrow one and was made mostly of hard packed dirt for several kilometers before finally giving way to asphalt, It was the longest drive of my life. We were driving a large late 70’s Ford Bronco at the time which took up most of the small dirt road and a wide truck with a rock face on one side and a 20 meter drop on the other with a drunk person behind the wheel is a terrifying experience, I was so cold I don’t remember much other than after a while I just stopped looking out the windows and stared at the floor because it was easier, One thing I do remember though is the song that my father had on at the time because he had it on repeat the whole way and sung along to it while I was huddled in the passenger seat getting mild hypothermia and fearing for my life. Things got a little better once the paved road started and I think some of his drunkenness had worn off. Finally after what seemed like eternity we got back to the house and I didn’t have the energy to do anything other than go inside and strip off my wet clothes and put dry ones on. I didn’t come out of the room till the next day when my parents had arrived to pick me up, I said nothing to my father loaded my stuff into the car and then fell asleep on the ride home because I hadn’t slept that night.

The Incident

A few years later, Around 7 months after the events in Part I I was invited back to go visit my father, And for whatever messed up reason I convinced myself that it was a good idea. Upon arriving at my father’s house the he sat me down and apologized profusely for what had happened last time, and that he wouldn’t have anything to drink the entire time I was there and for the entire time that I was there everything went a lot better. About a week and half into my two-week stay my father had recommended that we go out fishing again, Given the good week and the apology I reluctantly agreed to go fishing the next day, But at the time there was no way I could have known that I would be one of the most traumatic days of my life.

The fishing trip started off  the same as last time with an early morning shuffle to get dressed and get everything packed for the day and then off to the lake. And for the first few hours everything was fine, We had caught a few good-sized trout but the area of the lake we were in was starting to get a bit crowded so we decided to head for a different area, We fired up the outboard motor and headed nearly to the other side of the lake when the engine made a gurgling noise and cut out. My father said that the engine had been giving him some issues lately but he thought he had fixed it as it hadn’t acted up in a while, He pulled the cowling off the engine and started tinkering with it hoping to get it running again and after a while he was ready to give it another go. The engine was an older model and didn’t have an electric start, It required a pull on a cord to start it much like a lawnmower or chainsaw, But when my father pulled the cord the combination of the force required to pull the cord and poor footing caused my father to fall out of the boat and into the water. At the same time that my father fell into the water the engine of the boat had started back up again, I immediately scrambled over to try to help him back into the boat but when I reached for something to steady myself on I mistakenly grabbed the side of the boat and the throttle control stalk on the motor, When I reached down to try to grab his arm I twisted the throttle and send the boat surging forward which ended up tossing me out of the boat as well.

This summer was a lot cooler than the last time I was thrown from the boat, The water felt like it was stabbing me and I could barely breathe, As bad as it sounds soon as I hit the water the thought of my father drowning as well didn’t even cross my mind, the only thing I could think of was getting back into the boat. Somehow I managed to keep my head above water long enough to see where the boat had gone and I managed to flail and make my way to the boat, It took every ounce of strength I had left to haul myself into the boat and the only thing I remember after that was searing hot pain across my back before I blacked out.

I woke up 4 days later in the hospital with my back in excruciating pain, It turns out that when I fell out of the boat my back slid along the back of the boat where the propeller was, It carved three large gashes into my back that required 71 stitches and several staples to close. It was several minutes before someone came into the room and realized I was awake, She told me about the injuries and that a fellow fisherman had seen me in the boat and I was medevaced to the hospital, But after that she asked me a question that I hadn’t even thought of since I woke up “Was there anyone else on the boat with you?” I immediately broke down into tears – My father had drowned.


The physical recovery from that took a long time and was extremely unpleasant, I have three extremely large and sensitive scars across my back and they will never go away but that’s nothing compared to the emotional effect that I’ve struggled with since then. Small boats terrify me, I can’t set foot anywhere near them, The only boats I can handle are the ones large enough to feel like a solid surface. Lakes and ponds are a source of unease and bad memories and can send me into emotional breakdowns. Last year when me and a few friends were out a pub for drinks someone put on the song that was playing while my father drove home drunk and I completely broke down and had to be taken home. Not to mention the gut wrenching feeling I get whenever someone asks me about my father,  Nothing about dealing with this has been easy and it’s a constant source of triggers for my PTSD but I’m in a place now where I can write about it an share it. Writing this post has been extremely difficult but also extremely therapeutic and I want to thank anyone who’s taken the time to read through the entire thing.

– Perineum Plunders

Perineum’s Praeterita: Part I

Time for something completely new for me and the blog, A dip into my past and a little glimpse of some of the events that brought me to who and what I am today, For better or worse.


Thanks for checking out this new series, I know it’s unusual to see such a personal post on a sex toy blog but for as much as this blog is about reviewing sex toys it’s also about being an outlet, This blog originated as a creative outlet for me to be able to explore my sexuality and for me to develop as a person and this series is an extension of that although to a more extreme degree. What will be contained in this and future posts in this series are my personal recollections of previous events in my life, In an unfiltered and uncensored fashion, Some of these posts may be extremely sad and hard to read for some people while other posts could be about generally happy events in my life. Before the main body in each post will be a bolded and bracketed line of text containing possible triggers that may upset or otherwise make people uncomfortable so please read at your own discretion.


(Triggers: Death, Suicide)

Praeterita: The Things That Are Past And Gone

When I was fourteen years old our family had decided to move to a new town and at first it seemed like a good idea, I come from a large family and the extra space for everyone was highly welcomed but of course we would have to leave our friends behind during our move, Eventually it was decided that we were going to go through with the move and we soon found a house that met all of our needs. After getting settled in things generally seemed pretty good, It was a nice neighbourhood and we were all loving the house but slowly as the weeks went on most of my friends from my previous town started to distance themselves from me and we talked less and less and soon I was that kid in a new town who knew nobody and kept to himself. Back to school time came around and made things even worse, I still had no friends and nobody to spend time with and most of that year at school was spent being alone. Half a year passed like that before my metal shop teacher noticed that I didn’t spend time with anyone and invited me to come back to the school on a Saturday for a group class with another school and he reused to take no for answer. I arrived a little bit late and it was quickly explained to me that this was primer course in metal work for a few girls from a local private school, Since I was late there was only one person left who didn’t have a partner so we got paired up and introduced ourselves and that’s how I ended up meeting Erinn (name has been changed out of respect).


Immediately we got along very well,  We spent most of that day talking and goofing off together rather than getting any actual work done, No more than a week later and we were spending as much time together as we possibly could and a stones throw after that we were dating. This was the first relationship I had ever been in and we were both from extremely conservative backgrounds, She was from a traditional Korean family where just standing next to a man who isn’t family could be considered vulgar and my parents thought that any relationships were just something that would get in the way of my studies and should be cast aside. We spent the next year completely infatuated with each other while trying to hide  how often we saw each other from our families, Everything about my life seemed to improve because of her, I was more outgoing and I started to make friends, I enjoyed going to school again and was generally enjoying life. Erin eventually told her parents that we were officially going out which was a pretty rough time but overall it went better than we had expected, Her parents still didn’t like me but at least they tolerated me. Both of us grew up in environments that taught us that sex and sexuality was something to either cast aside or be ashamed of and because of this it wasn’t really a part of our relationship, We made out and explored each other a little bit but both of us were always too sexually repressed to venture further than that. Eventually the lack of a more sexual component in our relationship became a common point of argument and stress.


Erin was always more outgoing and bold than I was and one day when we were at her house after a fairly heavy evening of making out we got into a rather heated argument about sex, She wanted to explore and advance sexually but I was far to timid and unsure to agree wholeheartedly and the night ended up with both of us getting extremely upset at each other and yelling at one another and saying things out of anger that shouldn’t have been said to anyone, Let alone someone you cared about. The rest of my night was spent thinking about that conversation and trying to understand where she was coming from and feeling extremely guilty over the things I had said, After a lot of thinking and barely getting any sleep that night I remember thinking to myself “Whatever happens it will be up to the both of us, If we both want to have sex so be it”. Despite getting almost no sleep I woke up early that day and walked to the other side of town to Erinn’s house to apologize and finish our conversation from the previous night, Her parents answered the door and let me know that she hadn’t woken up yet but they were making breakfast if I wanted to stay and eat. Even though it’s been almost 10 years I still remember everything that happened next so well, I went upstairs and slowly opened the door to her room as not to wake her up and I tiptoed over to the bed before sitting down really abruptly to try to wake her up but she didn’t move at all, I shook her shoulder a little bit and said “Hey, It’s almost 10am get up” but soon as I started to shake her something didn’t feel right. I shook her again before getting up and moving around to check her face I realized what I think I knew from the first time I shook her, She was dead. I didn’t freak out, I didn’t scream I didn’t do anything, I simply had no idea how to react, I have no idea how long I stood there but eventually I made my way downstairs and managed to say something to her parents because her father ran upstairs and her mom just kinda stood there. I sat in a chair by the stairs and stared at the ground, When I think about that day all I can remember is the smell of breakfast being burned on the stove and Erinn’s mother sobbing in the kitchen. After what I assumed to be several minutes to an hour local police and paramedics showed up but honestly I don’t remember much about what they did or what they were asking me other than I wasn’t able to verbalize anything helpful.


I found out later that day she had taken almost an entire bottle of medication for her  fathers heart condition, The amount she had ingested ruled out accident – It was suicide. Before I even had a chance to fully process things I was being yelled at by her parents, They blamed me for her death, I realize now that they probably didn’t truly blame me and were looking for anything to  lash out at but I was immediately rushed out of the house. Following everything that had happened I made probably one of the worst decisions in my life, I didn’t tell anyone what I was going through, I didn’t cry or mourn I just pushed everything out of the way because I wasn’t able to deal with what happened. Everyone who knew her all said the same thing “She didn’t show any signs of depression” or “She was always so happy” “I can’t believe she would do that”, I certainly didn’t see any signs, And I beat myself up about it for not seeing them as well. Her parents told me I wasn’t welcome at the funeral so the one place where I would have felt comfortable grieving if I was able to was forbidden to me. For lack of a better way of putting it I became a zombie after that and kept everything I felt from everyone and refused to show emotions,  And honestly after while I became incapable of processing almost everything other than anger, I’m still trying to right the damage caused by my poor decisions to this day but I was emotionally shut off for so long it will take me a long time truly get better – If that’s even possible.


It’s taken me a long time to be able to realize that what happened wasn’t my fault, But I kept that guilt and anger with me for so long and never shared what I was feeling with anyone that I eventually lost my ability to communicate about emotional matters all together. I emotionally stunted myself so badly it would affect nearly every aspect of my life as I got older and it’s taken a great deal of work to get to a point where I can even write about this, let alone publish it on a blog for other people to read. I hope that when you read this you can take something away from it to use in bettering yourself, Starting this series is a huge step forwards for my own personal growth and if you have stuck around this far thank you for taking the time to read through everything.

– Perineum Plunders

I’m Nominated!? Real Neat Blog Award!


I’ve been nominated for a Real Neat Blog Award by the courteous Carnal Queen! This is my first time being nominated for anything so a big thank you and shout out to her. This is a little series of seven questions that has been making its rounds in the blogging world, Someone nominates you to answer a few questions about yourself and your blog and then you pass it on by nominating a few other people! Sounds like fun so lets get started!

1.)Why did you start blogging?

Sex toys are interesting,  Information on male sex toys was hard to come by a few years ago, It’s still relatively hard to come by when compared to the wealth of information available to our female counterparts and I wanted to change that. Previously I had done tech reviews for a local computer shop so I’m not completely new to the concept of reviewing things and I had been getting progressively more interested in sex toys so the transition felt fairly natural.

2.)If your site had a goal, what would it be? How do you feel you’re doing with that goal, right now? How do you feel you’ve done with that goal over all?

Male sex toys seem to have aura of negativity about them in all the social circles I’ve been in, A few years ago I brought up the subject with a few male friends and I got nothing but scoffs and negative comments, Like using a sex toy made them less of a human being, One of them got borderline upset. What I found odd was that I was good friends with their other halves and knew that they frequently attended sex toy parties, When I asked my male friends again they said that it was fine for their SO’s to use sex toys but they drew the line at using them themselves. If I had to say I had a goal in mind with my blog it would be to dispel the stigma and negativity that seems to tag along with male sex toys for no good reason. My blog is still in its infancy with only a few posts so I don’t feel like I’ve made significant progress towards my goal, But if even one person reads the blog and decides that they would like to try something I’ve reviewed or buy their first sex toy my time spent on the blog will be justified.
3.)How has blogging influenced your life?

Blogging has had a profound impact on my well being, While I may only be 24 years old I’ve had an extremely hard life by most people’s standards and because of this I suffer from clinical depression as well as cumulative strain PTSD. I have to take several different medications on a daily basis in order to function like a regular human being, Even still there are days where being a functioning person just isn’t possible, On days like those I don’t feel like I have control of anything but I learned a while ago that masturbation is a great way of coping, It feels great and a release of  endorphins is wonderful no matter what state of mind you’re in. Blogging has given me something to look forward too, Something positive that can come from those bad days, It’s played a huge part in improving my mental status and has been a hugely positive experience.
4.)What is your favourite part of blogging?

Without a doubt it would have to be meeting and interacting with other bloggers and viewers, The sex toy and sex toy blogging community has been amazing. I’ve met so many wonderful, positive and interesting people in my short time doing this its just been incredible. Getting to try new toys and relaying my experiences is nice but without a receptive and supportive audience the appeal would fade quickly, It’s the readers, The people I’ve met on Twitter and the awesome companies that make this as enjoyable as it is. Receiving comments and questions really does make my day and it’s something that I constantly look forward too so please don’t be shy! I love reading and interacting with my readers!
5.)Are you kinky? How did you come to this conclusion?

Am I kinky? Well I don’t really know if that is a conclusion that I get to make, Everything is relative and changes depending upon who is viewing the situation.  From my own perspective I don’t consider myself overly kinky, I’m always open to broadening my horizons but as with most people I have a few things which do not interest me sexually such as scat play, Inflation play, Rape fantasies and a few more, Everything else as long as I have an understanding and willing partner is on the table. Does any of that make me kinky? That is for you to decide.


6.)What do you want to be when you grow up?

Comfortable. When I get older all I want to be is comfortable, Comfortable in my own skin as well as my mind, To not have to worry about money on a daily basis and to be healthy. Everything else past being comfortable would just be icing on the cake for me.


7.)What is the most important thing about you that you want everyone to know?

Even though I’ve been through some horrific events in my life and they’ve left scars, I’m still here and I’m still kicking, My past experiences have changed me in ways I couldn’t predict but they haven’t all been bad, I started this blog, I’ve met some amazing people and I can’t thank everyone enough for just being awesome members of the community because it keeps me striving to constantly improve myself.

Time for nominations! If you have been nominated before I’m sorry but that just means more people think you and your blog are awesome!

Hope you all enjoy this as much as I have!

Just copy the questions down below and put the banner on the top of your post and you’re good to go!

1. Why did you start blogging?
2. If your site had a goal, what would it be? How do you feel you’re doing with that goal, right now? How do you feel you’ve done with that goal over all?
3. How has blogging influenced your life?
4. What is your favorite part of blogging?
5. Are you kinky? How did you come to this conclusion?
6. What do you want to be when you grow up?
7. What is the most important thing about you that you want everyone to know?

The Week That Kept On Taking.

There is going to be no review this week sadly, I have had a most frustrating week.

Event recap time! Shortly after posting my review last week I received a phone call from my employer saying that she was very sorry but due to a drastic decrease in sales my hours would be cut from near full-time to barely part-time hours. While having my hours cut at work wasn’t the most pleasant thing I can still get by, I have a decent amount of savings and some other sources of income I can pursue. A day or two later I needed to visit the local pharmacy and refill two of my prescriptions, I found out later that day that the pharmacist had mixed up my meds and they had made me quite ill. Whilst recovering from the prescription mishap I thought that I would get some writing done for the blog, I had planned on doing a review of the Fleshlight O’Doyle’s Backdoor Stout masturbation sleeve.

After using the sleeve, Taking notes and cleaning the sleeve I left it to dry on the desk in my room, A short while later I got an urgent phone call from a family member about some concerning events that required my attendance. Upon my return home from my family’s house I couldn’t find the Fleshlight I was reviewing, After almost an hour of searching and confusion I asked my roommate about it and apparently she had taken it upon herself to not only invade my personal privacy by snooping around my room while I was out of the house but she also took it upon herself to destroy my personal belongings because it didn’t coincide with her religion and upbringing. With the sleeve being in an unrecoverable state I decided that I would do a quick overview rather than a full in-depth review as I was lacking pictures and sufficient info to do a full review. Next day I started writing for the salvage review and I got most of it done, Was feeling pretty good about how it was coming so I went to go make myself some dinner, But when I returned I found that my hard drive had failed. I’ve spent the last couple of days using the “freezer trick” and I’ve been able to restore a good portion of my lost data, But sadly not the review.

Its been an extremely disorienting week and you have my apologies for not being able to come up with a proper review, Regular reviews will start again either later this week or beginning of next.

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