I walked into our grad lounge, and a few of my classmates were sitting at a table.
“Do you have your white elephant gift?” one asked me.
I started to laugh. “Yeah, but I’m a little nervous that it might be inappropriate.” We all started to laugh.
“Well, as long it’s not a dildo! Cause, I mean, that would be bad…” another laughed.
I paused and looked at the other two.
“That’s what you brought!!” laughed the first.
J and I got a free vibrator with my collar and nipple clamps, and I certainly hadn’t used it. It was just sitting on our bookshelf next to our toy box. It needed a good home.
Funny part, too, was I put it in a mug I had painted myself at one of those DIY ceramics painting places and stuffed around the vibrator with Halloween candy. It was pretty awesome.
I kept repeating that the vibrator was unused and the mug was hand-painted, and people kept hearing that the vibrator was hand-painted. Uh, NO. Ha!
How many looks I got and the amount of laughter in the classroom was evident that I brought something pretty rich. Sex is taboo, self-pleasure is taboo. Thus, sex toys are funny.
The classmate of mine who had joked earlier that bringing a dildo perhaps would be inappropriate was the first to take it during the exchange. Perfect! It was later stolen by a classmate sitting next to me. “Tonight’s going to be a good night,” he told me. “You better let me know how that goes” I responded, laughing.
Our teacher did commend me on pushing the boundaries of my classmates’ comfort levels.
My classmate sitting next to me said something like, “Well if I knew we could bring vibrators into the therapy room, I’m all of a sudden a lot more excited to be doing all of this.”
Haha, me too. Me too.