Alright folks, buckle up because we’re diving deep into some real talk today. So I got real tired of hearing the same old bullshit about women touching themselves, and decided to test these myths myself for a solid month. No sugarcoating – just raw experience. Here’s exactly how it went down step by step.
Starting Point: The Myths That Pissed Me Off
First, I wrote down every dumb rumor I’ve heard over years:
- “It makes you loose down there”
- “Real women don’t need toys”
- “Good girls don’t do it often”
- “It wrecks your sensitivity forever”
Grabbed my phone timer, a notepad, and my well-loved bullet vibrator. Decided to track everything daily – no skipping details because being shy helps nobody.
The Testing Process
Phase one: consistency check. Did the damn thing every single morning for 21 days straight. Timed how long it took to finish, wrote down sensations, compared positions – doggy style vs missionary vs sideways. Counter that myth about “damaging sensitivity” by tracking response time.
Noticed by day 14 – hell no, nothing got “looser”. Actually felt MORE control over those muscles. Kegels became easier somehow? Wild. By week three, my body clock was waking me up 5 minutes before the alarm just anticipating it. So much for that “unnatural habit” nonsense.
Confronting the Toy Stigma
Brought out three vibes: bullet, rabbit, and this cheap knockoff wand. Swore I’d feel guilty using them after hearing “real women don’t need gadgets”. Reality check: that rabbit made me see stars in under 90 seconds. Wrote in all caps in my notebook: “SCREW PURITY CULTURE THIS IS AMAZING”. Efficiency doesn’t make you fake – it makes you smart.
The Big Realization
Checked my notes after 30 days. Zero decreased sensitivity (actually faster responses). Zero physical changes besides knowing my body better. Zero guilt once I threw those bullshit myths out the window. The real crime was believing this crap made women feel broken for knowing themselves.
Final verdict?
Anyone preaching these myths either hasn’t tried it or sucks at anatomy. My vibrator now lives proudly on the nightstand. End of story.
