forgive english, i am Russia. i am here little time. i am gay also and this very difficult for me, i am very religion person. i never act to be gay with other men before. but after i am in america 6 weeks i am my friend together he is gay also. We sex together.i never tell i gay because i am very shame. As i ♥♥♥♥ this American boy it is very good to me but also i am feel so guilty. I feel extreme guilty as I begin ♥♥♥♥♥♥. I feel so guilty that I pick up my telephone and call Mother in Russia.

Just a word of caution for anyone out there looking into purchasing a dildo: make sure it does not contain phthalates.

I myself made that mistake a couple years ago. I was in the market for a dildo. Nothing too specific. It just had to be at least eight inches in diameter, 22 centimeters in length, gluten-free, able to withstand thirty newtons of force, have attached balls the size of pigeon eggs (free range, not domesticated), and purple. Pretty standard.

Unfortunately, I could not find one matching that description that was also within my budget of $35. So I went the pre-owned route. Found one that ticked all the boxes at an estate sale for just $7. Supposedly, it had belonged to a "little old lady" and she only used the thing on her way "to and from church."

Other than some minor scuffing and a bit of an odor (previous owner was a smoker; by the taste, I'd guess Camel Lights), it was in good condition. After a little haggling, I got the seller to drop the price to $6.45. I used my remaining budget on muscle relaxers and white wine.

It took just one use before buyer's remorse set in. I was in the bathtub at the time. A belt was around my neck, music filled the air, and nana's Life Alert was within reach. I had gotten nearly halfway through Amy Grant's Christmas album when something felt off. It was then that I noticed little bits of dildo were falling off the dildo.

So the other day I was naked, playing with my hamster on my stomach, then it suddenly crawled inside my vagina, and it won’t come out. I tried to tempt it out with a carrot but it still won’t come out. It really likes it’s new home, it’s been up there for two days now and I’m getting used to it, but it keeps scratching at my g spot which is soooooo nice, but I’m worried about getting too wet and drowning it. Help meeee

It sickens me that people associate fidget spinners with autism. I'll have you know that mastering the fidget spinner is no easy feat. You have no idea how much time, effort, and money I allocated into this passion of mine. I had to sell three of my highest quality vape pens and work additional hours at Best Buy in order to be able to afford the limited edition Triple Dragon Deluxe™ fidget spinner. You have no idea how much I trained to master the fidget spinner. Tell me, do you train for 8 hours a day, every day to perfect something you are "passionate" about? Didn't think so. And I'm not even done perfecting my form yet.

You see, the fidget spinner is more than just a toy: it is the most unique and inspirational form of art of the 21st century only respected by the most intelligent of people. I highly doubt that the greatest "athletes" put as much time into perfecting their sport as we do into mastering the fidget spinner. Tell me; what "sport" requires as much concentration, effort, flexibility, and intellect than the art of performing the perfect spin? I'll answer that for you: none of them. I swear, if I ever hear someone associate fidget spinners with "autism" ever again, I will be more than willing to put them on the ground. I wouldn't ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ care if I was put into jail. I am more than willing to sacrifice my well-being to defend not just my passion, but my life.