So I’ve been really stressed out lately which means my neck and shoulders have been basically rock hard which means migraine city (more than usual that is).
The mister is pretty bad at giving neck rubs. He tries and I always appreciate his effort, but he just doesn’t have the skill or stamina required for the level of tension in my shoulders/neck.
So today he ordered me a Hitachi Magic Wand!
I have mentioned in the past how well they worked for me when I used to use the demo from the sex shop I used to work at (on my neck, people).
Most consumer messagers out there hurt me. They just don’t have the right kind of vibration or quality build that the Magic Wand seems to have.
I am actually getting a Hitachi Magic Wand to be used as a neck messager instead of a vibrator. Go figure.
But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.
This is what rape culture looks like.
This is what misogyny looks like. from What Happened to Jennifer Lawrence Was Sexual Assault