Indigo Tries Colours Pride Edition!

8 out 10
Would recommend for anyone who calls themselves a Size Queen, or is obsessed with rainbows.
Pairs really nicely a Cosmopolitan. Because of COURSE it would!
It retails for about $40. You can buy it from my friends at Peepshow Toys!
Of from my friends at Betty’s Toybox!
Okay okay, before we start, it’s time for an episode of Confession Corner! (Theme song music goes like this: boo de lee boop di booooooo) This dildo is my FIRST silicone dildo!
That’s right, folks! Do y’all remember my first dildo review? In this review, I recommend that people NOT start with glass as their sex toy material. Silicone is usually better, and I prefer it if it has some give, instead of the stiffer kinds. At least to start with. And with that said, I’m really bad at following rules, even my own!
So instead of going out to get a glass dildo, please get a silicone one first! But wait. Not this one. This dildo is ALSO not for beginners. But not for the same reasons. With all of this said, let’s begin!!

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See all of it’s Rainbow-y glory? <3

So the Colours line by NS Novelties is actually a solid set of toys. I’ve had a lot of customers return with great reviews (back when I worked at a sex shop). The silicone feels nice, and when squeezed, it feels like solid silicone, as claimed. They come in a variety of shapes and lengths. The longest I saw was 8″ and the shortest was 5″. You can have them in thick, regular or thin. Some of them even come with balls! It’s great!
That said, let’s talk specifically about the Pride line. We all know that I can’t resist rainbows. I just can’t. So I picked up the smaller version. It comes in at 6″ (as opposed to the 8″ version), and it’s about 1.75″ diameter (as opposed to 2″ diameter in the larger one).
Now, I am not a size queen like I need to be…yet. I will not lie when I say this dildo posed a problem for my vagina. The first time I tried it, I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t warmed up enough. So the second time, I used another dildo on myself and I got as warmed up as I could. Then I lubed up the Pride and went for it. It was life-changing for me.
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Look at that tall tower of rainbow meat. <3

The girth of this dildo is wonderful. I can squeeze all my muscles around it and feel the ridges below the head. I can feel how it curves in my vag and really makes for a unique sensation. For the first time ever, I came without thrusting. I missed the usual feel of motion, but it was delicious all the same.
Later, I washed it off and explored the dildo with my hands. I practiced squeezing it and just admiring the silicone. I admired how real the shape was. It takes much longer to mold these because the silicone has to dry just enough before you pour on the next color. This is why it’s a little more expensive than the rest of the Colours line. I quite admire their willingness to be open about this.
So what did I do the next time I wanted to masturbate? I warmed up the same way, and I inserted with some lube. And I came once, then I found that I could thrust with this dildo. I was really proud of this, and of course, I had a celebratory orgasm as a reward.
This dildo presented itself to me in all of the rainbow glory that I love. I held it and loved it at once. I am very excited to buy my next silicone dildo. This was a fantastic introduction to silicone for me, and I look forward to ahem…expanding my horizons with another one soon.
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Indigo is Masculine!

Since I’ve covered being Gender-fluid, I wanted to talk about my experiences a bit more, specifically in the ways I broke the roles I was placed into by my Gender Assigned at Birth (GAAB). Today, I examine the masculinity of the past.
As a kid, I made a very poor attempt at being a girl. Occasionally, I would wear a dress and delight in the looseness of the fabric. Most of the time, however, I resented being thrown in with a group that was commonly associated with brushing hair, dancing and spending an extraordinary amount of time shopping.
On hot summer days, I balked at the idea of wearing a shirt. At one point, I insisted on being let out of the house without one. My mother relented and I walked into my local neighborhood bare-chested. A five year old girl in jeans, some tennis shoes and no shirt walked to the neighbor’s house. When my feet hit the drive, I paused and looked down. Something felt wrong in this picture. After thinking hard, I went back home and put on a shirt. It was a moment that shaped my life more than I could realize. Now, I understand the fear that I grappled with has everything to do with feeling promiscuous, and possible child kidnapping.
Even at five years old, I was conscious that men acted on their perceptions and someone would see a girl without a shirt, make assumptions, and very possibly act on them.
At the age of 9, I spent more time sitting on toilets than was good for me. I found it was a great place to think, and I had such a lot to think about at that age. One day, as I sat, I examined my own body. It occurred to me that I could alter the stream of my urine if I clenched in the right way. I sat, moving my pubic mound up and down, imagining it turning into a tiny penis. All of my instincts told me it was strange to imagine these things, but they felt right to me.
At age 11, my father passed away. My mother and sister took it hard, but I was oblivious to what it meant. Death was a very different concept at 11. I pulled the household into action. I learned how to clean and cook on my own so that my family could own it’s grief. I talked to my dog about how he was the man of the family now. Now, it occurs to me that I might have been talking about me instead.
At age 15, I’ve learned to masturbate silently in my room. The smell of my own genitals was strange on my hands. In order to defend from this, I used a sock to cover my fingers. It created a new sensation on my genitals, and I began to understand why young boys might use them for a similar purpose. (Wow, I was so young and full of weird ideas.)
From the age I started masturbating in my own bed, I found my fantasies both fulfilling and confusing. Usually, I got off fastest when I was fantasizing about a heteronormative white couple having fairly vanilla intercourse (this makes me laugh now). But instead of being just a spectator or even in the female role, I was usually fantasizing from the perspective of the male.
As I found my correct gender terms, my past began to make more sense to me. I’m very glad that I don’t subscribe to one gender anymore. This freedom to explore has been amazing. Though some see me only as a woman, I know that I have more masculinity in me than they think.

Indigo Finds a Gender!

10 out of 10
Would recommend for anyone having questions about themselves.
So, you may or may not have figured out that I have a vagina and boobs. I do talk about those anatomical traits a fair bit. I have been frustrated with these body parts for most of my life. When I turned 12, my uterus suddenly started spewing bits of it’s lining violently from my vagina. When I was 15, I got my first breast exam. At age 15, I was also diagnosed with Poly-Cystic Ovarian Syndrome, which explained why I was simultaneously anemic AND about 80 pounds overweight.
Being female threw me many curve balls that my male friends did not have to deal with. As such, I have been converted firmly into a rather frustrated feminist. I see that there is very little gender equality, and this needs to be fixed. My boyfriend (and dare I say, life partner) thinks the same way.
However, I must confess this: I am not always a female. Sometimes, I feel very feminine and I insist that my boyfriend call me Mistress. But sometimes, I feel very male, and I want him to call me Wolf-sama. Always, I want him to call me his cookie. It took me 23 years on this earth to realize my gender. It also took at lot of exploring others’ stories and getting to know myself.
In middle school, I looked at other girls and thought “They are pretty. I hope they date someone awesome.” But I kept my focus on men because I felt that it was right. At the time, maybe it was. I didn’t actually have sex until I was 20. My first time was with a cis-male. It really blew my mind how great it was having another human being to explore my body (until then, it had been me and a crappy toy). When I broke up with that boyfriend, I missed sex so much. I toyed with “just being a lesbian” because “boys suck.” (The memory of these thoughts make me laugh and also revolt me a little now.)
And then I met my current boyfriend. He’s amazing. He’s open-minded and he sometimes knows more about the internet than I do. He asked me if I had a preferred pronoun on our first date. At that time, I confidently answered “she/her.” And that was pretty okay.
It all changed one day when I woke up and something felt wrong. I had many days like this before, but I never stopped to think about it. I assumed it was weather or clothing sitting weird. I blamed it on periods, food I ate the night before and anything I could find that wasn’t the real reason. And then I saw it. In the mirror, when I combed my hair a certain way, I looked extremely masculine. I wore it that way for a few days.
I felt like I saw something new on those days. I was right in my own skin. But that next week, masculine hair felt weird. So I let it go. And a friend of mine, Otto, texted me to say hello. Otto is a non-binary person who uses exclusively they/them. I just looked at that name on my phone and realized something: Sometimes they/them was better than she/her OR he/him.
And it occurred to me to look up styles. Because when I want to present as a gender, I really want to be that gender. I looked up “Gender fluid” for google images and I saw a reflection of myself. One picture in a dress, then in cargo shorts, and a last one in a button-up. One person with a headband and curls, then with spiky hair, and then with a side-part. All of these are me. I cannot be placed into one facet or another and expected to stay there. I want the freedom to explore who I am, whenever that changes.
So I sat with my boyfriend and I had a talk. I now like the word “partner.” I don’t overly prefer or dislike any pronouns. I’ll answer to Indigo, or my given name, or many other pseudonyms chosen in my life. Before sex, he asks “What are you feeling today?” From there, I become Puppy, Bitch, or in some fine cases, Cabin Boy. When I’m feeling feminine, he calls me beautiful. When I’m feeling masculine, he calls me handsome. When I don’t know (which is often), he calls me both because it doesn’t really matter anyway.
I always want to be my boyfriend’s partner. And he’s been more accepting of me than I thought anyone would. I have a right to be accepted, but he also had a right to leave me (his life is his, and that’s okay). Instead, he embraces it with a “hey, pick up a strap-on,” or a “hey, what are you feeling like today?” I have many thanks to the people in my life who support my choices, and my chosen name of Indigo. I hope my (condensed) story brings some good into a world where people have a hard time finding it.
My best friend is a very analytical person. She has many questions about life and she was very open-minded with me. But she sat me down and asked me a big question: “If society didn’t place norms on genders, would you still feel gender-fluid?”
I honestly don’t know. A lot of my “not feeling right” is based on how society perceives me. It’s only sometimes attached to my physical body and parts I lack. Unfortunately, since I will never have lived in a world where gender was not associated with personality traits, I will never know what “makes me gender-neutral” or doesn’t.
I wish I had more story to tell. I’m not out to my family yet, because it really isn’t worth it. I’m not out to a few workplaces for the same reason (although I know I would be accepted, it’s a lot to remember). I don’t feel strongly about everyone knowing what I’m feeling like on a particular day. The people I care about most know and accept it without question.
I found my gender, and I’ll re-find it every day.