I started writing on the Internet in 2004, which was pretty early in the scheme of things. I’ve written for at least a dozen websites, getting paid for that work in many ways; money, of course, the preferred method. I’ve known many bloggers who’ve written in exchange for product, but as someone who gets paid to write for a living, I have always insisted on cash—it’s the only thing, I’ve noticed, that buys the sugary cereals my kids eat.
About four years ago, I was approached about doing a sex toy review. No cash, but the sex toy of my choice from the company’s website, plus a free sex toy to give away to one of my readers. I’d never actually used a sex toy. Always looking for something new to write about (and try), I made my first and only exception to the “cash for writing only” rule and took them up on their offer.
I spent a lot of time trying to decide what kind I would like. I couldn’t stand the idea, for some reason, of a purple rubber penis showing up in my house. I’d won a traditional vibrator dildo once at a neighborhood sex toy party and never used it. One day my daughter, then five, found it in the drawer in its original packaging, brought it to me and asked what it was. I told her it was a back massager.
For my first sex toy review, I ended up choosing a vibrator shaped like a rubber duck. With a mental image of a kid carrying it to me stuck in my head, I thought if it was a duck and one of the kids saw it, I could more easily dismiss it, not that I’d be stupid enough to leave it within reach again.
The duck arrived, I sent my husband to Denny’s with the kids, and I sampled the product. I named the review post “Fuck a Duck” and it was quite popular. The sex toy company asked if I’d like to review another toy. Although it was fun the first time, I wanted money. I proposed that they pay me $50 a week, plus free sex toys weekly for me and giveaways for my readers. They accepted. I wondered how on earth a mother of four went from being someone who had never used a vibrator to someone who just got a gig reviewing them.
I had freedom of choice for the weekly review, thank goodness, so I didn’t have to review anything too kinky or hardcore. Actually, I had fun going through the website and trying to choose items I thought might make a funny review. Like the vibrator that hooks up to your iPod and pulsates to the beat of your chosen song. The vibrator you freeze before using. A “SLUT” branding paddle. Or, I found items (like an inflatable sheep) that had web reviews on them that I could make fun of. I even, much to the dismay and good humor of my husband, reviewed the “Clone a Willy” kit you use to make a plaster replica of your partner’s penis.
I kept the gig for a few months, and ended up writing over 20 reviews. After awhile, I just ran out of stuff to find humorous, and I would’ve been terrible at doing “straight” reviews of sex toys, though those are often the funniest things of all to read. I published an e-book collection of the sex toy reviews I did on all those Wednesdays: it’s called “The Hump Day Diaries.”
In the past 20 years, I’ve been paid to write many things. I remember bank annual reports as the most hateful. Ad copy isn’t so bad, depending on the client. I’ve written stories about medicine, historic architecture articles for The Baltimore Sun, hundreds of newspaper humor columns back when newspapers still mattered, over a thousand pieces on the Internet, a novel. But the sex toy reviews will probably remain in my memory as the most fun things I’ve ever been paid to write, and I’m not ashamed to say I also have some really good vibrators in well-hidden places now.
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: so this image makes me think that this particular dildo needs to be plugged into a USB port to work properly?????
I believe (ahem) it may simply be charging on the USB for when the computer is not in use, but that's open to interpretation. ;)
I thought I had seen all of it but not so, when I got to fuck a duck, yeah well. Blog a few more please