About a month ago, the ladies of the Box had the rather ingenious idea of, instead of buying each other small cheap Christmas presents, pooling all of the money together and going dildo shopping at Come As You Are. They invited me along as the sole male representative. It turned out to be so much damn fun that not only am I going to babble about it here, but I'm going to clean up the language and post about it on blogTO, too. The world deserves to know that as holiday spending sprees go, you pretty much can't go wrong turning four horny girls (and me) loose in a sex toy shop with cash money in their pockets and a commitment to buy.

The Box girls were split down the middle on the merits of the Pink Passion vs. the Power Rabbit. Both of them are large, dominating machines of pulsating personal pleasure. They're both a little scary looking. Veininess was a serious turn-off on the Pink Passion ("I'd be afraid it would wake up and impregnate me in the night," Bex was heard to utter), but the Power Rabbit didn't sport the same split-finger clit tickler, which was a seroius bonus. I didn't take a final tally on who ended up with which one, but I think both of them were purchased by various members of the group. Nobody left there without some kind of vibrator, I can tell you that... not even me.

I went down there to get a Fleshlight because let's face it, I've wanted one for about a gajillion years and what's the use of getting a new job if you can't make with the silicone self-lovin'? What I didn't expect was that I was going to go hog-happy over the Splash, a nifty little solid plastic vibe. Talk about love at first sight. It comes in the most appealing shade of teal, and is just a damn decent around-the-house toy for both girls and boys. Has the best solid buzz on it I've felt in a really long time, too. That thing's a life-changer.

Because it's comic book day I also got a copy of Head, the comic book for lovers of cunnilingus, and the first issue of Dirty Found, which I've wanted for a really long time. Left the Bubble Bath Girls photo book on the shelf because it costs fifty damn dollars, but I'll go back for it sooner or later. Ditto on the Straight Girl's Guide to Sleeping with Chicks, which is almost too awesome to be believed. I know at least two people who need a copy right freakin' now.

After CAYA I went over to the Snail and bought more conventional comic books, and mixed them all up in my bag with the sexy ones like a naughty schoolboy. Also scored me some excited Redheaded Snailer conversationalizin' about The Chronicles of Narnia, which split the grin somethin' fierce.

Man, I could spend another couple hundred bucks at CAYA without even breaking a sweat. This is Christmas.