It’s okay to be shy, we’ll look for cues…
By Angelxtacy • Sep 1st, 2006 • Category: Blog“Oluwa Awolnu Didun Ipilese”
Huh?
Oh! Allow me to translate the Lucumi name for an aspect for the Goddes of Love, Ochun.
“Owner of the Mysteries of the Pleasure Principle”
Wow! Now your speaking my language…
Sometime the “International Language of love” needs, well , a little translation.
Oshun being the Afro- Cubian Goddess of love , fertility, music…fancying honey, dance and known to bring a few Gods to their knees, has many names,as well as a seperate name for being well…a sex educator!
For many years people have had to look to hidden texts, listen for wispers in the locker rooms, too embarrassed or too ashamed to ask for a myriad of reasons. Perhaps you were brought up in a household that was not so open to talking about sex. Little did I realize, my parents were just as embarrassed as I was when it was time for me to retire going shirtless in the sun and embrace what would happen to me during puberty. Funny now I am the first person to call whenever they have a question about cock rings or the latest Randy Spears movie.
Now here in the store we understand shyness. I have to say I have worked in a pretty hardcore BDSM shop here in the city, posed for many erotic BDSM books and still when I walked through the doors of Good Vibrations with a girly I was flirting with..I got weak in the knees, my mouth dried up as I looked at the Dildos she’d prefer .if I was catching the hint. She showed me her favourite toy she consistanatly wore out:her bunny wunny and wispered in my my ear what she dreamt about last night when I was over. I was so happy it was busy at the Valencia St store. Would people know I was shy? I was red in the face? That I was secretly wishing I could afford the dick that my foxy date fantasized about? I lamented later..if only I had the money…
Now I sold violent wands daily, corsets a plenty, taught men how to stretch their balls to kingdom come and I still couldn’t handle flirty talk and a gander at a big black dildo?
What was wrong with me?
Next time I stepped in was to peek in the very store I applied for . As I crossed the threshhold, my face reddened, my mouth went dry. I looked at my future co workers. How I had longed to work within these walls! I wouldn’t have to kick people out of dressing rooms for having sex with their clients, ward off the men who felt I would make them an excellent dom mommy, I could be here in the “clean well lighted place for sex toys” and help everybody find something to enhance their lives as well as help folks to explore more with the very products I was used to selling.
Nothing was wrong with me, just a little left over guilt from Catholic school? Actually, if I took the guilt away it would be more accuratly called “Excitement?” Oh my goodness! That’s it!
The worlds that will open up to me, the simple pleasure of a buzzy toy in the bathtub? A chance to enjoy my visual kinks and books galore!
Needless to say, I no longer get too red when I come here. I have managed to be comfortable with my desires and fantasies. I am even lucky enough to be able to share them with my loving and equaly as kinky partner. I still get a little blown over when I new toy or video comes in that I really like, but i know now that there are other dirty birdies just like me.
So some on in shy folks, we’ll help you feel comfortable, just to let you know that we know exactly how you feel!
Angelxtacy >> Angelxtacy a busy little bee. She's a leads-by-asking-nicely sort of gal. Jack and Jill of all trades and master of none, she runs a sex store, sings in a few bands, tattoos, puppeteers in an adult puppet troupe, paints, dances, models, plays Theramin, flute, accordion, washboard and anything else she can rig together. In her “spare” time she indulges her #1 fetish... reading. A LOT. And writes erotica for differently-abled and indentified folks.
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