Indigo Tries the Blush Novelties Noje W3 Wand

9 out of 10
Pairs nicely with a Shirley Temple, to go. I chose something non-alcoholic because drinking and driving is singularly awful. Don’t do that. Also, this drink is enjoyed with poise and elegance.
This toy was sent to me by the kind folx at SheVibe in exchange for a fair and honest review. At time of publishing, this toy retails for about $36 (USD). You can purchase in Sage (green), Rose (pink), or Wisteria (purple). The wand attachments can be purchased here for about $8 (USD) at time of publishing.
The Noje W3 Wand and the Noje W3 Wand attachments are sitting in their boxes next to a packed green bag, a green sleeping bag and a bicycle helmet. There is further description of the toy in the next image and in the post.
I have a confession to make. I wasn’t excited about this wand when I requested it. I have been using my Doxy wands for a year now, and they are powerful and rumbly. I am the type of human who puts the wand on my clit now because I’m such a power slut. I just live my life in such an electrifying and ridiculous way that I was convinced the Noje would do nothing for me.
And then I left my house for two months and lived in a tent.
The Noje is a wand that is compact, running only about 5 inches long with a head that is about an inch in diameter. It comes in the standard plastic blister case, and it has a single button on the butt of it. When I turned it on, I found that it was fairly quiet, but more rumbly than I expected. Because of these things, I decided to take it with me on my ad-tent-ture.
Let me be clear. I was in no way glamping (glamour camping). I had four canvas walls, a canvas roof (reinforced with tarp), an air mattress, and one bin which held all the clothes I brought with me. The fanciest part of my living situation was that I got to hike up a hill to make it to the place I worked where there was a coffee pot. I could use that coffee pot to make ramen, which I did for just about every meal. My butt is extremely fantastic now, thank you for asking.
Because of the whole canvas walls thing, I didn’t bring any fancy sex toys. I had one butt plug, two toys I needed to review this summer, and my pure wand in case anyone on Tinder wanted to watch me squirt (which they did not, apparently). For the vibrator option, I brought the Noje Wand. Let me tell you, I am delighted that I made that choice.
The Noje wand looks very nonthreatening when you look at it. It comes in two pastel colors: sage (for us mountain lovers), wisteria (for English garden lovers), and rose (for general garden lovers). The head of it is simply white, and overall, it looks elegant. I would not have been embarrassed if someone found this toy while visiting because it looks so glamorous. Perhaps I was glamping a little after all. In order to turn the toy on, you have to hold that button for at least four to five seconds. This is another reason why I loved traveling with it. The idea of this toy turning on in a bag was somewhat preposterous thanks to that handy feature.
A close up of the Noje W3 wand and the Noje Wand attachments in their boxes. The wand is a sage green with a white head and the attachments are all white.
The button on the bottom of the toy is also white, and it does not glow, except when the toy is on or charging. When charging, the butt glows with a gently flashing light, and when it is charged, that light stays on. When the toy is on, the light stays on the whole time. Now, the light on the butt is brighter than I would prefer. I was afraid that my camp neighbors could see all the outlines when I used this toy. However, this use as an indicator is simple and elegant, just like the wand itself. I love that it was easy to figure out and I never had to pick up the manual or box. Additionally, the charging cord is connected with magnets, which I still think is cool and no one will convince me otherwise. It makes up for the toy having a non-universal charger, which I know some people hate.
So how does the toy feel in use? Well, I will admit this. If I stayed home and always had my Doxy wands available, I wouldn’t use this toy very often. It’s not as powerful as my clit enjoys, and the options available get me off harder and faster. It’s a standard mini wand, nothing special. It’s got 5 different speeds (which all felt pretty good) and 5 rhythms (which I never touch because I’m a lazy reviewer and I know those will not get me off ever). These are all cycled through with the one button, which is standard.
You know what? I don’t remember this wand promising me anything special. It is built to be travel-sized and used during travel. As a travel toy, this wand excels for me. It’s on par with my favorite bullet from Fun Factory, which is in my safer sex kit for a reason. I love how it looks and how it feels in a travel situation. It stays off when I want it to, and it turns on when I wanted it. Based on my masturbation times and how long between charges while I was gone, I would say the battery lasts about four hours, which is really good for a travel toy.
This toy was sent to me with two mini wand attachments to use with it, which really changed the experience for me. The head of the wand on it’s own is lovely, but the two attachments added some variety, which I felt elevated this toy from an 8 to a 9.
The Noje W3 Wand is leaning against the sleeping bag, and the wand attachments are sitting beside it. They are all out of the box and the attachments are clean and white.
The first head was deemed The Hugger because it had two hard nubs that extended and it sort of hugs the clit. I enjoyed this attachment the most because it allowed me to use a lot of pressure, which I need to get off. I also loved how it felt on my clit. The dual heads made me feel surrounded. At first, it was a little shocking and it felt like my clit couldn’t get away. But after a minute, I found just the right angle to get off. It was a great orgasm.
The other head is extremely different. It was called The Flicker one side of this head has a thin piece of silicone sticking out that is roughly disk shaped. It shakes when the wand is on and creates a delightful flap that felt great for a tease. I used it to get warmed up and I could place it on my clit, hood or anywhere around my labia to help get the blood flowing. The other side that doesn’t have that flapping disc (which is the name of my new 90s nostalgia band by the way) has a ball of silicone the size of a marble. That little ball is the side I use for pressure. After I’m warmed up, I can jam that into my clit and get off. It doesn’t feel quite as good as The Hugger, but it’s still good.
All in all, this toy is really solid. I will continue to bring it on my travels, and I will continue to use it in canvas homes, truck stops, and many hotel rooms. I thoroughly enjoy having an elegant and simple wand to use when I’m away.
This toy was sent to me by the kind folx at SheVibe in exchange for a fair and honest review. At time of publishing, this toy retails for about $36 (USD). You can purchase in Sage (green), Rose (pink), or Wisteria (purple). The wand attachments can be purchased here for about $8 (USD) at time of publishing.

Indigo Tries the Love Martini!

10 out of 10
This drink is robbed directly from the menu of The Melting Pot, and I am not sorry about it, because they named it something as stupid as “The Love Martini.”
Earlier this year, my platonic life partner went to The Melting Pot with her coworkers and they had a great time. The group ordered this drink because the ingredients sounded delicious. (It involved Cranberry Juice and Peach Schnapps, which is a favorite combination in our house. Seriously, that drink tastes like a push pop.) Try it. This drink was developed specifically for the Valentine’s Day events at the Melting Pot, which probably explains that awful name. Being the group of beautiful humans that they are, my partner and her coworkers immediately befriended the waitress and the bartender in order to find out the exact recipe of the drink.
Since discovering the recipe, we have used this drink at every gathering of friends, and even taken it camping. This particular drink has has been my companion around many firesides this summer. I love sitting with it in hand, blissfully tipsy and watching the conversation go by.
What I love about this drink is that it seems to be as versatile as any cocktail can get. I can easily drink many glasses of this and be roaring drunk. Or I could sip on this with a few friends around a board game and enjoy a mellow tipsy time. It allows a lot of room for modifiers. You could add grenadine for more sweetness or orange juice for more tartness. You could muddle mint and change it into a mojito.
For me, alcoholic beverages are a staple for group gatherings. My friends and I can get together without drinking and have an excellent time, but it’s companionable to crack open a few beers (or pour a few cocktails) and chat. The alcohol relaxes those of us who are anxious, and it loosens the conversation to explore new things.
The Love Martini is a perfect drink to walk these lines. It can be drunk by many people because it’s gluten-free (unlike beer) and it’s tasty. So if you don’t enjoy tasting the alcohol in your alcohol, you can still enjoy this drink. It’s fruity, so many people like the taste of it, but cranberry juice isn’t so sweet that it’s overwhelming. As I pointed out before, you can add any number of ingredients to modify it to your liking. Even simple syrup to make it more sweet is easy.
Now before I finish up, I want to talk about this name. The Love Martini is a trash name for this drink. I think it sounds childish, and I don’t even know if I could say it out loud to order it. I would just point at the menu and say “that one please…the love one.” It makes me think of Harry Potter, but in the way that the Love Potions in Harry Potter only emulated love, not created actual love. That’s how I feel about this drink when I call it The Love Martini: I don’t love it. I just think I do.
Now, I would love to actually fall in love with this drink. To that end, let me help them rename it. Here are a few options :

  • St. Valentine’s Blood
  • Bleeding Heart
  • Valentine’s Juice
  • Berry ‘Em in Romance
  • The COCKtail (for after hours)

Or my personal favorite:

  • The Heartini

So this cocktail has quickly become a new favorite both in my household and in the groups I camp and socialize with. We will continue to enjoy this drink, and I hope you enjoy the recipe I place below for The Heartini (Melting Pot, I will happily take a payout so you can use that name).
The Heartini

  • 1 part coconut rum
  • 1 part peach schnapps
  • 4 parts of Cranberry Juice

Mix all ingredients over ice, or in cocktail shaker. Enjoy!
Variations:
The Love Mintini (I’m okay with it because it’s a pun now): Muddle a few sprigs of mint in the glass before adding liquids.
Orange You Glad I Heart You: Exchange two parts of cranberry juice for orange juice.
The Secret Admirer: Add a small splash of Grenadine.

Indigo Explores: Kink Dynamics and Communication in Them!

10 out of 10
Pairs nicely with a good draft beer. There’s a huge amount of variety. Sometimes, it takes some getting used to the taste (especially in those microbreweries). And how long you nurse it depends on you.
I want to start this post off by saying that I use the words “vanilla” and “kinky” a lot. To me, kinky is a self-identified descriptor, which is surrounded by blurry lines (and I’ll go into detail on this later in the post). Vanilla sex simply means anything else. I personally feel that vanilla is a great descriptor word for this because vanilla is a flavor itself. It is not a lack of flavor, as I believed when I was a kid. It’s complex and full-bodied just like anything else. So I don’t use vanilla in a disparaging or judgmental way. It’s just a colloquial term for sex that is not kinky.
At Woodhull this year, I had the great privilege of hooking up with someone who I had been flirting with for months. He initiated and it was excellent fun to build up the tension and finally get to actually have sex after that!
However, there was one thing that caught me off guard about this partner; he is not kinky. He has described himself as “kink-adjacent,” which is a fun descriptor that makes sense for him. I have never identified as a vanilla person, but I have had lots of vanilla sex before. My long-term partners have a tendency to start the relationship vanilla, but eventually, I reveal (or possibly install) a kinky side that takes over our dynamics.
After having a partner for two years who I shared an extremely kinky dynamic with, I had forgotten what a vanilla hook-up felt like. If I’m being honest, I don’t think this particular hook-up has really reminded me either. It started out innocently, with make outs and oral and fingering. However, over the course of two separate sessions, he had fisted me, pinned me down (including my head/face), and gotten me off using his foot? So suddenly, this “vanilla” hook-up became some of the kinkiest sex I’ve had (completely on accident).
As I thought about these different descriptors, and how I felt throughout the sex, I began to realize some fun things about sex and kink. Until recently, I would not have called urination a kinky act. However, as someone who is mentally exploring the hypothetical of watersports, I now feel distinctly kinky sometimes as I duck into the bathroom. The same thing could be said of rope, which I saw frequently in the theatre and hardware stores, but now I can’t look at rope without getting a little wet. The lines between “sexy,” “kinky,” and “vanilla” can blur in subtle ways.
I recently saw Kevin Patterson describe himself as “french vanilla” or “kink-adjacent,” so I reached out for a more detailed description of this and got this quote:
“I’ve got lots of partners who are kinky. None of it really sets my soul on fire, but I’m into seeing my partners happy. Their reactions are my kink. So, if that means biting the shit out of someone who’s into biting, I’m into it. If I get to watch my partner melt because I call her a “good girl”, that’s what I’m doing that night. It should still come with some communication, negotiation, and boundaries though. But yeah, for the most part, if it’s not a complete departure from my comfort zone, if my partner is hot for something I can turn it on for their benefit. And their reaction turns me on.”

Kevin Patterson of PolyRoleModels

I commented off-hand that this sounded like a service top to me, and Kevin didn’t disagree. However, I would never place that title on anyone who didn’t claim it themselves.
When I asked about full negotiations and other communication styles usually associated with kink, Kevin told me he had never participated in any of them. I’ve begun to re-frame kink in my mind. It still has to do with fetish and what gets people off, but kink is more than the actions that are taken in the bedroom. Instead, it is a feeling and dynamic that may or may not include sex at all. It has more to do with communication and mental/emotional dynamics. That may sound elementary to some, but I’m not sure I’ve ever heard it said out loud.
This idea becomes more clear to me as I hear about folx who experience and play with kink, but never involve penetration or stimulation of sexuality at all. I met one couple who enjoyed co-topping new people, but it only ever involved impact and sensation play. It never breached into penetration, genital stimulation or even dirty talk. Their focus was instead catharsis for themselves and their bottoms. It reminds me of the subtle lines that a therapist walks with clients. They can be friends, but it’s only in the loosest definition of it. Anything more would be crossing their professional limits.
At Woodhull, I also had a couple of excellent (extremely kinky) sessions with a close friend of mine, who I have played with a few times in the past. We did a scene that involved a lot of impact, where I did slip into subspace. It was familiar, but still deep and exploratory for me. This scene did involve a lot of negotiation, and a lot of verbal communication throughout. This is the kind of interaction I am used to these days, which makes me wonder how I will ever have a one night stand ever again. In this interaction, I was able to let go more fully and let my partner lead me where he wanted. It was more relaxing for me, because I did not feel the need to check in with myself mentally. I knew he was watching and I completely trusted him. This is partially because we’ve played many times before. But it also has a lot to do with the negotiation. He knew my limits, wants and needs. Because I knew that he knew, I didn’t feel the need to check in during the scene, and could leave that responsibility to him as we agreed.
I played with one other person at Woodhull, who revealed to me an entirely different mindset in kink scenarios. (This is why I love my life: every time I think I know about kink/sex/relationships, I learn something new that I just haven’t seen before.) This partner was amazingly relaxed. We simply did some play with scratching and other sensations. I would not say that I was dominated. Anything they asked me to do, I did it, but it was never from a place of submissive obedience. It was simply playing, in the truest sense of the word. I did not mentally relax through the scene in the same way I normally do because the negotiation was brief and not comprehensive. I needed to make sure I was mentally and physically okay the whole time because the top never agreed to take on that responsibility. We laughed and chatted through the whole scene. It never brought on any subspace, and I never felt like we weren’t equal. In fact, I felt energized and entertained by the play. It was almost like a therapy session in that it left me fully centered and ready for life.
So in one weekend, I had three different partners (hello I am slut). Between those three, I experienced styles that differed wider than I thought was possible. I’m used to each partner having subtle differences. However, this was like having different languages to learn on the fly. Good gods, it was the most fun I’ve had since I discovered puzzle games on my phone. It started me thinking about communication in a whole new way.
So what happened in the first (vanilla) hook-up? Well, there was no negotiation. Though I was at one point pinned down, I didn’t say “I’m okay with this.” Of course, I consented to everything. The sex was hot and the person could read my enthusiastic yes to everything, but I did not verbally say “I like this” until after we were done. Even then, it was in a casual way. We talked about our firsts (“I’ve never gotten anyone off with my foot before,” “I’ve never had a fist that big inside me”), but we didn’t decompress as I’m used to after sex. Though I had been dominated during sex, I did not go into subspace. As a result, I didn’t need that much aftercare, and what I received was exactly what I needed. It was about 20 minutes of cuddling and laughing, just enough to enjoy the sexy afterglow. Then we showered (and had more sex there) and parted ways for the next activity. These are all the things that seem to come with the unwritten rules of vanilla hook-ups.
I looked to my vanilla consultant, Kevin, to help with these unsaid cues and how to navigate them:
Kevin: I just trust my partners to tell me what they like…and to be honest when I check in with them.
Indigo: How do you check in? Words? Physical Cues?
Kevin: Physical to start, but verbal whenever there’s anything even vaguely uncertain.
Indigo: If you don’t mind my asking, what does a physical yes look like versus anything uncertain?
Kevin: Moaning, arching in, eye contact, heavy breathing. Versus still breathing, hand stopping. quick sharp inhalations, wincing.”

-Conversation between Me and Kevin Patterson via Twitter DMs

Though the sex was amazing, and I wrote about it extensively in my personal logs, I didn’t feel the same way I do when I have kinky sex. Kinky sex touches my soul very deeply. I connect with partners in a way that I rarely achieve just through vanilla sex acts. I have been grappling with what it is that I miss with (most of my) vanilla sex. When I compared these different partners at Woodhull, I realized I am missing vulnerability and trust. When I don’t negotiate in any way with a new partner, I can’t really let myself go around them until we’ve had a few sessions together. It takes me longer to release my brain and let the sensations take over. Until that happens, I can’t be in the moment the same way someone else is.
Before I offend anyone, I have had non-kinky sex that was extremely connective and it helped me feel closer to my partners and it was amazing. But that has only happened with established partners who I’ve had sex with a lot. In one night stands, or sessions with new partners, it is unlikely that I will completely relax and be in the moment. When I negotiate a kinky scene, there is more freedom for me to relax because I know we have explored the options and covered limits, boundaries, and cues. The emotional return on kinky scenes is immediate, in some ways. After just a 30 minute conversation, I can immediately relax into the scene, instead of having to wait until I know and trust my partner.
So when kinky acts get explored without using explicit words, it’s often just fine. With very little communication, my first ever sex partner tied me up and fucked me. That went well for me, and I’m still a rope enthusiast. With no verbal communication, my vanilla hook-up concluded with a foot job, and getting pinned down. That ended up great for me, and I hope to have more interactions with this partner.
But it still frightens me a bit to think about hook-ups with other people going the same way. This partner and I flirted online for months, and we read each other’s work, so there was subtle communication, and time to get to know each other. That doesn’t even count the vetting from other mutual friends. During our sessions, I did not know what would happen from one moment to the next, and that was exhilarating. However, if I had met him at a bar somewhere, I would not have let him do half the things he did. I trusted him enough for them because we had chatted for months. And so it scares me when I think about the lines between kink and vanilla beginning to muddle. If someone doesn’t take the time to understand what they are doing in a scene, feelings and physical bodies can be hurt. Trauma can be created or past traumas triggered.
In my lifetime, I have been lucky to experience all levels of kink with my partners, and I have been luckier still that my experiences are all good. I want to learn more about different styles of kink and communication, and how they develop. It’s important to have a good time in this life, but it’s also important to protect yourself and others. This is what I explore and emphasize communication whenever possible. Personally, I feel comfortable in the balance I’ve found. I can give someone my trust, but it has to be earned by them, and I do not regret where I’ve placed my sexual trust so far.

Indigo Tries the Pierre and Packer Pouch

For the Pierre: 10 out of 10
For the Packer Pouch: 4 out of 10
Pairs nicely with a nice 7&7 because the average score is 7. Not a bad drink, but not the best either. And only one of the ingredients is the issue. The other is gold.
These two items were sent to me by Betty’s Toybox. They are a great company who have lifted me up multiple times as a new blogger. If you’re interested in the pouch, you can buy it for $19 USD at time of publishing. If you’re interested in the Pierre, you can peruse four color choices ranging from Cashew to Chocolate. They are priced at $50 USD at time of publishing.
The New York Toy Collective Pierre and Packer Pouch sit on a small wooden table. The Pierre is roughly the color of a shelled cashew nut, and it is about 4 inches long. The Pierre also has testicles that are about 3 inches long and is modeled to look like an uncircumcised penis. Next to it is the packer pouch, which is plan black nylon with a New York Toy Collective logo on the bottom right corner.
It’s been a long time that I’ve wanted to try a packer. When I was with my last partner, I used socks occasionally and we would try out masculine terms during playtime. It felt right more often than I thought it would, considering how my gender fluctuates. Since those experiments, I have wanted a packer that felt more real and mindful of this purpose. I wanted it to be penis-shaped and the color of my skin (roughly). I wanted it to be used for that purpose so I wouldn’t feel like I had to fake it.
When I had the opportunity to ask for a packer from Betty’s Toybox and a packer pouch to match, I was so looking forward to having my own dick. And when the Pierre arrived, it was perfect.
Now, because of who I am as a person, I know the way to accurately measure how big someone’s penis is based on their hand. This assumes that the person in question is proportional. I learned this from a nurse, but it’s hard to describe through text. So if we ever meet in person, remind me to show to the dick length trick. Anyhow, through this trick, I’ve always known that had I been born with a penis, I would have one that was average length at most (about 5-6 inches) and with a wide diameter.
I have never once met a dick I didn’t like. Dicks are great no matter their size or width. Sometimes the people attached to them are less than favorable, but the dicks themselves are excellent. So my dick would be a little shorter and wider than the “average” dick, which makes me incredibly happy. I am pleased to know my body, even if it is hypothetical. As a result, I felt the Pierre and was immediately pleased by it. The length, the girth and the feel of it were all correct. It felt good in my hands.
The Pierre is pure silicone, with a soft shore. It’s modeled to look like a flaccid, uncircumcised penis with testicles at the base. Mine is in cashew color, which is the palest option. The penis length is 4.75″ and it’s width is about 1″. Because it is pure silicone, it can be sterilized through boiling or bleach/water mix. I haven’t worried too much about that with the Pierre because it’s only a soft packer, so it doesn’t get used except in a cotton housing.
In wear, the Pierre is very much like a small dream come true. The weight of it is wonderful, and I love how the size just peeks from between my hips. When I wear this with tight pants, it’s a definite bulge, but if I wear it with my usual baggy cargo pants, it becomes a little secretive. It’s something I remember when I walk in an unusual way, or sit and try to place my hands in my lap. I love both of these unique feelings, but more commonly, I choose the baggy pants because it’s less obtrusive in my small city (surrounded by conservatives).
With the Pierre being raved about, let me talk about the packer pouch. These are both items made by New York Toy Collective. I love the company because they never use words like “flesh-colored” and instead use foods to denote color. They also have a wide array of items for both trans folx as well as toys that are just plain fun to use. I also love their social media, which normalizes packing, including gender bending. It’s common for me to see short clips showing off how a particular dick looks in a skirt or short shorts. I thoroughly enjoy seeing folx like myself in their advertising and I look forward to seeing more.
So the packer pouch is far less expensive at $19 USD. It’s a simple and ingenious really. I thought “how could this work with every pair of underwear?” Well, it’s a simple nylon pouch with one edge of the opening longer than the other. In that longer side, there are strong magnets. This long edge can be folded over the top of underwear and they line up with magnets in the front of the pouch, which holds it in place.
So it does in fact work with every pair of underwear. However, the pouch is only about five inches long once put in place. This is where the pouches problems become apparent. As I placed it into my first trial underwear, I realized that five inches is not quite enough for me, though I’m uncertain if it is because my torso is long, if I’m too fat or if I just wear my underwear higher than most. Any of these could be the reason that this pouch didn’t work for me.
On a small wooden table sits the New York Toy Collective Packer Pouch with the Pierre inside. You can just see the outline of the Pierre's head and testicles, but the light doesn't reveal much more.
Here’s what happened: I would put the pouch on with my Pierre inside and I would begin my day’s work. After awhile, I would stop to use the restroom, and I would notice that the pouch had moved. One time, it almost fell into a toilet in a Staples and I just about had a heart attack. So I used a thinner underwear on my second trial. My men’s underwear is thick and cotton, so I thought the change would help the pouch stay in place. However, the same issue happened. Sometimes it was because of the magnets coming unattached, but often I would tug the pouch to sit somewhere more natural, and it would come undone.
In essence, there was no easy way for me to wear this pouch long term. I believe that someone smaller than me (either in length or width), will have an easier time wearing this pouch and using it for it’s intended purpose.
It was really hard for me to write this review, because I wanted to love both of these products so much. I wanted to wear this more days than not and have it feel as natural as the Pierre did in my hands. I put off writing it, trying it with different underwear, and new combinations of clothes. It just did not accomplish what I hoped it would.
So between these two products, the Pierre was a clear winner for me and a packer I will use whenever I can with other harnesses. However, the packer pouch will probably live in my underwear drawer, waiting to be used. It didn’t feel right to review them separately, because each other depended on the other for use. As a result, this review might be a bit longer than usual, but I hope that it is still useful for folx looking in this as an option.
These two items were sent to me by Betty’s Toybox. They are a great company who have lifted me up multiple times as a new blogger. If you’re interested in the pouch, you can buy it for $19 USD at time of publishing. If you’re interested in the Pierre, you can peruse four color choices ranging from Cashew to Chocolate. They are priced at $50 USD at time of publishing.