Sex Robots; a Possible New Trend

Ladies and Gentlemen, if you think there’s no such thing as sex bots you are sadly mistaken. They are quite expensive, but are slowly growing in popularity in various parts of the world. Some are even programmable to respond to certain stimuli or to have a base “personality” that can affect how they respond to that stimuli. To me, it is all a little strange because I’d much rather have sex with a living breathing person, but that’s just me. Sex robots could also be used as an educational tool to provide better and more comprehensive sexual education to children and adults alike.

There are plenty of legal and ethical questions surrounding sex dolls though, one of the biggest seeming to be the idea that pedophiles could get child size bots that allows them to act out their fantasy without hurting anyone. I offer a counterpoint to this that perhaps it could make them more likely to chase after a child they desire because they are now confident enough to do so with some “experience” under their belt so to speak. I worry the same thing about rapists or other sexual deviants. But maybe I’m wrong. I hope I’m wrong.

Another point to bring up is that of social isolation. Would people become so obsessed with their bots that interacting with the real world would no longer matter. Would the dating scene be demolished by the advent of such a thing? What about birth rates? Again it all boils down to what becomes the legal and ethical thing to do in these cases.

Maybe in fifty years people will find it perfectly normal to have a sex robot of any kind. But how will that affect things like marriage and population growth? Could it be that they will both decline as people create their perfect robot partner? Or perhaps people will marry after all and have threesomes with a robot. All of these things are, of course, hypothetical outcomes, as people may end up rejecting the idea of sex with robots as entirely repugnant.

But where does the law end and the ethical debate begin. There are people out there who would question the legality, mortally, and ethics of having a bot simply for sex. It might seem to be too much for one generation where they had to learn the technology as they went, but perfect for the next generation who grew up with the technology already in place around them. That doesn’t make it legal or right to have sex with a robot necessarily, especially as our knowledge of artificial intelligence grows and the possibility of bots becoming more aware (right out of some science fiction right there), but some AIs have already learned to communicate with one another in their own language so who is to say that these bots couldn’t be just as smart.

This could be out future and what that future means for humanity is yet to be determined. I have hope for future generations, though, that they will not isolate themselves in a world of robots and artificial intelligence, but use these things as an addition to regular everyday life while they continue to maintain a human social experience as well. If you’d like further information you can check out the article linked below.

http://dailycaller.com/2017/07/17/sex-robots-are-here-and-could-change-society-forever/?utm_campaign=thedcmainpage&utm_source=Facebook&utm_medium=Social

Fat and Sexy: Onward and Upward

Alright. I survived going to the gym for three days a week and as of June I was going four days a week, except for the week I was sick when I didn’t go at all. Four days a week was hard. I really had to push myself to find the motivation to go, but if I can do four day then I can do five days. I even have my routines all planned out, especially since I learned last month that I could skate at one of the local branches of my gym. It means that by Fall when I start up the roller skating fitness class I’ve been taking when it is in session that I’ll be skating as much as 3 times a week and maybe more. Hopefully that will let me see an increase in pounds lost.

Although I did notice that my knee pads (for skating) are fitting me better and better so I must be doing something right and losing inches or something. Now if I could lose the inches in my arms so my elbow pads weren’t so tight. I need a new pair anyway. Also because I noticed my knee pads were fitting better I realized that it was progress and I was able to see it! Small progress, but progress all the same. And I’m starting to see it in my weight lifting as well. I may not ever be able to lift as heavy as I want to lift (squatting my own body weight would be admittedly cool), but I can lift heavier and heavier as I move along.

So yes, progress seems to be happening. Again, not quick enough for my liking, but I think a large part of it is my eating. I struggled for most of June with my portions and getting them under control and sometimes I still slip up, but I remind myself that losing weight is something like 10% exercise and 90% diet and so I keep trying to cut out excessive sweets and large portions. This isn’t to say I deny myself sugar because I simply couldn’t do that completely. I’m not that self sacrificing y’all. But rather swinging through the drive thru for an iced coffee once or twice a week I’m cutting it to maybe once or twice a month. I’m trying to add more lean protein into my diet and seeing if I can learn to like cottage cheese because of it. It’s sort of working, but only if I pair it with some fruit or something. I much prefer yogurt, but I know it can be loaded with sugar.

Overall, I’m finding that I am pretty happy with my progress most of the time. I have bad days just like anyone would, but I also have good days, and sometimes even exceptional days where I’m just really feeling motivated and I might start out on the elliptical, lift weights, and then drive across town to the other branch of the gym so I can skate there. It might seem silly to make the drive, but if I want to succeed then I have to be willing to push myself further and harder and faster. So here I am and there I go.

Do I feel sexier? Not yet. Do I see progress better than I did before? I’m starting to. When will I feel sexy? Who knows. Does my partner find me sexy? Yes. Does that help my outlook on things? Certainly. So while I’m not where I wanna be, I can’t bring myself to order sexy lingerie to wear, or I still have a hard time with my own nudity. I’m getting to sexy. Slowly.

Will sexy be the be all, end all of my journey? Not even close, but it will help. I want to empower others like myself who are overweight and struggle to feel sexy to be comfortable in their own skin, whether that means a gym routine like mine or simply learning to love yourself the way you are. Sexy is, after all, a state of mind.

Fat and Sexy: Changes

Alright, since my last post I’ve done a few things. I got with my mom and she helped me plan out a three month exercise routine that lets me ramp up how much I’m in the gym and exercising. By September I should be exercising 5 days a week, either at the gym or on my skates. Right now, to think about that seems scary…and exhausting. I’m having trouble motivating myself to go three times a week right now. Anyone got any good tips for motivation? But I know if I want to reach my goals I gotta go.

Speaking of goals…I don’t really see the successes when they happen. I have to rely on other people to tell me if I’m losing weight or if I’ve gained muscle or even if my weight lifting is improving, despite the obvious advancement of the number of pounds I’m lifting. My brain lies to me on this front and it gets incredibly frustrating, but small goals completely go right over my head. I’m trying to learn how to keep that from happening, but how do I figure it out when my brain lies to me and tells me the opposite is happening? It is a mystery to me.

Anyway, my fat ass is trying. I have a goal tracker on my phone, I try to drink enough to stay hydrated (I’m terrible at it), and I’ve been monitoring my food portions as well as the amount of sugar and liquid calories that I consume. This means not eating all the chocolate in the house when I’m PMSing and not getting a giant iced coffee when I can get a small and putting less sugar in my coffee and iced tea. Now, that last bit about the sugar in my tea, that’s important y’all cause I grew up in the South and that is the land of BBQ and sweet tea, so that is a hard one to give up. My solution has just been more water, but it certainly isn’t the same.

I don’t know if I’m losing weight, my pants size hasn’t changed, and things feel very static, but my partner and my best friend both keep reminding me that change is a slow process and it is OK if it doesn’t happen overnight and there will be times I plateau out for periods of time. It’s frustrating. I’m not feeling any sexier or more attractive. In fact, I had a meltdown a few weeks ago because I think my stomach is gross and for a while I didn’t want my partner to see it or look at it or touch. It was really difficult for me on a lot of levels because I communicate so much through touch, but them touching me resulted in a couple of mini panic attacks. No fun and it is an issue I’m working my way through.

So I’ve made changes, I’m going to keep making them (hopefully they’ll continue to be good ones) and I’m working on moving forward with accepting my body, despite the setbacks I’ve had. If I’m perfectly honest with myself, one of my big goals is to drop two pants sizes within the next six to eight months and I feel like if I keep up with my routine and my portion control that I can do that. And if I can, that means I will be the smallest I’ve been in years and almost the smallest I was in high school. That I think I’ll be able to see and call progress. Here goes!

Wicked Wednesday – 262 – Blinded (Gorgeous?)

“Hello, Gorgeous.” I looked at my partner, then glanced around wondering if they were talking to me. As we were alone together, it seemed pretty obvious that I was the person being addressed. I just shook my head a little and gave them a hug. I absolutely couldn’t see why they were calling me gorgeous so I dismissed it and moved on.

Instead of being upset or annoyed with me for not acknowledging what they meant as a compliment, they have only kept repeating that same statement to me, sometimes multiple times a day or with slight variations for the last five years. Maybe eventually I’ll get it. I’ll get out of bed one morning and look in the mirror and see what my partner sees. Or there will be some crazy transcendental moment mid-orgasm. I don’t know.

I do know that I’ve never considered myself to even be cute, much less words like beautiful or gorgeous, both of which I am frequently called by my absolute favorite person in the world. Instead I look in the mirror and all I can see are the flaws that make me so human and imperfect and what I see isn’t good enough. It never has been for as long as I can remember. In a world where looks appear to be valued over everything else, I was raised to be the smart one. And it taught me that smart girls/women aren’t pretty. We’re awkward and maybe a little ugly on the outside, but beautiful on the inside (where it counts.) Being fat as well means I feel like I have that hurdle to jump as well, but I can’t jump; no really I broke a bone trying track once.

So here I am, over 30, overweight, and left staring at a reflection that I just don’t see as positive. Granted I no longer see myself as overwhelmingly negative and sometimes I don’t even see myself in a negative light at all. So I might be making tiny steps towards progress if you can call being neutral about one’s own image progress. But that neutrality often leaves me feeling a bit blind, because I don’t really look at myself in a mirror unless I am deliberately searching for whatever flaw I might have, either real or perceived. Often, I wonder what is wrong with me that I can be so conscious of my own appearance that I can’t just relax and see the good things about myself.

Of course, then I tell myself that there is nothing good about my appearance and I move on to something else that nags at me or my self esteem or whatever. I’ve just accepted that I’m never going to be the “pretty one”; instead I’m considered smart and that is supposed to be enough in a society where the female form is supposed to aspire to reach unattainable heights of beauty that I know I will never see. And my partner always comes back to “Hello, Gorgeous.”

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If you missed last week’s Wicked Wednesday, you can find it here.

Review: Satisfyer 2

The Satisfyer 2 is one of the original models in the Satisfyer line. Unlike the Pro Penguin and the Pro 2, it is battery powered (it takes two triple AA batteries) and the use of the batteries as opposed to the magnetic charging seems to make the device a tiny bit more powerful than the other models. It is no more than a very slight difference however so if you prefer the charging models to spending money on batteries, well I don’t blame you.

I didn’t find it quite as aesthetically pleasing as the Pro 2 model but the Satisfyer 2 is white with rose gold trim and buttons and is a functional if not terribly ergonomic seeming toy. Rather than the curved handles on both the Pro 2 and the Pro Penguin, the handle is straight and rather long. I found the long handle to be rather useful so I could angle it to hold the toy steady with plenty of reach to do so. The power and control buttons are on the back and I think that of the three toys I’ve reviewed they have the best placement and are easy to reach with your thumb or the fingers of your other hand. The buttons also let you cycle up and down through the 11 pulsation modes without having to go all the way down and then back up as with newer models.

If you’re unfamiliar with the Satisfyer line I will point out that this toy isn’t a vibrator, but an air pulsating toy that for some can be really intense and for others can be quite stimulating. Playing with the different settings is always fun to find out which ones are not quite enough, which is just right and what is too much to handle. I had a decent experience with the Satisfyer 2, but by far my favorite model is still the Satisfyer Pro 2, which I have already reviewed.

Like with other Satisfyer models this one is also supposed to be waterproof, but based on my previous reviews (here and here) I suggest caution when using them in water as some people have had problems with the toys breaking and dying completely after being used in water. I was lucky when I tried the Pro 2 in the bath that nothing happened, but due to my concerns about the water being a hazard I can’t tell you how my Satisfyer 2 acted in the water. I will say it’s great out of the water and that works for me!

It is hard for me to say that I was super impressed by the Satisfyer 2 because the Satisfyer Pro 2 immediately spoiled me to mind blowingly relaxed orgasms that were absolutely zero effort. However, with that in mind, the Satisfyer 2 did get me off and I wasn’t disappointed in the toy. I definitely feel like it has some better functionality than the Pro 2 and the Pro Penguin, the most noticeable being the button placement, especially as compared to the buttons of the Pro Penguin, which I found to be pretty awkward to use. The silicone nozzle on the Satisfyer 2 is slightly differently shaped than on either of the other two models, both of which have distinctly different shapes as well. It is nearly completely round and I did have some difficulty getting it situated on my clit, but I think that had more to do with the way my anatomy is shaped rather than a defect in the toy.

Overall, I enjoyed playing with the Satisfyer 2 for my review and it was, as most reviews are, a, shall I say, pleasant experience. Because of the longer handle on this toy, it may be more suitable for plus sized people as well as those with mobility issues in their hands, arms, or wrists. You can find the Satisfyer 2 at Peepshow Toys for $35.00 or from your favorite body safe sex toy retailer.

No affiliate links have been used in this post. This toy was provided to me by the Satisfyer company for a fair, honest, and unbiased review of their product. All opinions are my own.

Review: Satisfyer Pro 2

Ever since the Satisfyer Pro 2 hit the market I had been DYING to get my hands on one of these toys. I’d heard so many good things about the Womanizer (which I have not tried) that when a lower cost option came out I was practically drooling over it.

The outer packing on the box was simple and unassuming and there was no hint as to what was inside. Also, coming from Germany the package arrived very quickly (roughly 3 business days) to me in the U.S. One thing that my partner noticed that we both really liked about the packaging is that it was sealed with a “Hygiene Seal” sticker. Obviously if the seal has been broken then perhaps the toy has been compromised, but basically it seems to act simply as a protection measure against tampering. I still found it to be a very good idea. Inside the box the toy was nestled in a protective bit of plastic and included a USB capable magnetic charger (the magnets for the charger are on the bottom of the toy) and the instructions. The instructions go over the general usage of the toy and include all the pertinent warnings. They also state that 2.5 hours of charge time will give you 30 minutes of play time. I wasn’t initially impressed by this assessment, but in my estimation of the time I’ve spent playing with the Satisfyer Pro 2 I’ve gotten more than 30 minutes of play out of the toy on a single charge. Given how much fun I’ve been having with it I’m going to call that a huge plus.

The Satisfyer Pro 2 is not a vibrator. Instead it works through steady pulsations and pressure waves that are supposed to mimic the feeling of having your clit sucked on. For me, that’s not really what it felt like, but it still felt fantastic in a deep rumbly kind of way. It has 11 different speeds starting from just barely there to almost buzzy at the top end. I prefer speeds 4 through 6 in order to get off, as they seem to be the most rumbly ones. And holy wow do I get off. The first time I tried it I ramped up the intensity pretty quickly and within probably 2 minutes I had soaked my bed, not once, but twice (Note: put a towel down next time)! The sensation was incredibly novel and very titillating at the same time. I was actually really surprised at my reaction because these weren’t my usual thrash across the bed orgasms, but very sudden and deep ones that rocked me to my core without making me feel utterly exhausted. I was sold. Every time I have played with it since that same sensation has come over me and the orgasms have been intense. I tried it with my partner while they fisted me and it was an interesting feeling to be full and have those pulsations, but not mind blowing. I think I almost prefer this one as a solo, just for me toy.

Satisfyer claims that this toy is waterproof and I had no trouble when I tried it in the bath (except for the contortions required to reach my clit in my tiny bath tub), but I’ve seen on Twitter where other bloggers, have had major issues with there being damage to their Satisyfers when using them in water (everything from turning themselves on at random, to getting into the entire unit and basically ruining the toy) so your mileage may vary on this one and caution is worth exercising. I’m not a big fan of sex play in the bath or shower so it hasn’t been a problem for me and I haven’t experienced these particular issues. But it may be a big deal for some of you. I found that the ABS plastic body is easy to clean with a good wipe down and the silicone head can be popped off to wash it. Again, I’ve never had a bit of trouble, but I only played with my Pro 2 in the bath once for a very short time.

The design of the Satisfyer Pro 2 is fairly ergonomic and because it has a bit of length in the handle it works well for me because my belly and breasts tend to get in the way otherwise (yes I’m a fat sex blogger ya’ll). I do have to hold the toy at a bit of an angle to get a good seal against my clit, but it doesn’t cause me any problems. The buttons are located on the back of the toy with the power button below and the control button up top.

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One thing about the controls is that you have to cycle back down through all of the previous settings. Some people are driven nuts by this, but it doesn’t really bother me, probably because, like I said, I prefer settings 4 through 6 and rarely go any higher than that.

Overall, I feel like this is an excellent toy, one that will remain in my regular rotation for a long time. It is lightweight but feels well made and I’ve had zero issues with mine since I received it. You can find the Satisfyer Pro 2 at SheVibe.com for $59.99 or at your favorite body safe sex toy retailer.

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No affiliate links have been used in this post. This toy was provided to me by the Satisfyer company for a fair, honest, and unbiased review of their product. All opinions are my own.

Fat and Sexy – Moving Forward

In my first fat and sexy post I indicated that I could be fat and sexy at the same time. And I knew that was true, but what I hadn’t realized was how little I really believed in the idea that fat and sexy go together. That was especially true when my clothes came off. Dressed I can wear clothing like armor and in the right outfit I can forget that I’m fat, I can be sexy. If I was feeling really down on my body I would try harder than usual to keep it covered, even from my partner. Staying dressed all day, changing quickly in the dark bedroom, diving under blankets at bedtime so I couldn’t be seen, so my fat was hidden. Never mind that they have already seen me naked more times than I can count. Sometimes bad days are bad days I guess.

More exercise has helped and I continue to be motivated to exercise because I’m trying to reach goals that I set for myself. Being stronger is one of my big goals. Being smaller or skinnier is, to an extent, a lesser goal, but a goal nonetheless. I want to be able to wear cute clothes and not have to shop in the men’s department for t-shirts. And I’m getting there, slowly.

But recently, I had a huge revelation. My partner and I were cuddling in bed after sex (Yes, fat people have sex too) and they were holding me tightly against them, just where I like to be, and said to me,”You’re beautiful and I love you.” Now this may seem incredibly insignificant to most people. It is something a lover would say. It is something that mine has often said to me over the years we have been together. For the longest time I never believed hearing that I was beautiful or gorgeous was the truth. I would heavily discount those words as nothing more than words. I couldn’t understand how they could possibly apply to me. Yet, for whatever reason, that night, no different from any of the other times we’ve shared a bed or cuddled or made love, I actually believed them. My partner said something to me that for years I’ve struggled to accept and finally it seems to have sunk into my head.

Just because I’m fat doesn’t automatically make me ugly, unworthy, or undesirable. It just means I’m fat. And obviously people see that. But what people don’t see is the truth that my partner is teaching me. They’re not saying I’m beautiful because I’m fat, they’re not putting qualifiers on the idea that being thinner would make me more beautiful; they are simply telling me what they see when they look at me.

And if what my partner sees is beauty, then who am I to contradict them and disbelieve them. I know what I look like in my own eyes and I will probably always struggle with that, but I can never tell what someone else will see when they look at me. And I need to learn to let those insecurities go and trust the person who loves me most. I think having it sink into my head that they honestly find me beautiful is the first step to making that change. So here I am.