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I didn't buy my first vibrator from Babeland, because I don't think ithad opened in New York at that time, but I have bought my favorite andmost beloved ones there. I distinctly remember when the Babeland onRivington Street opened. I was just starting to explore my and NewYork's sexuality, going to play parties, coming out as bisexual,discovering that I liked things like spanking. I would go to Babelandand look hungrily at all the shiny, pretty, sometimes intimidating andexciting objects all around. Little did I know I would go on to doreadings and an erotic love letter workshop there.The vibrator that really changed my life was a little pink clitoralone, it may have been called the Honeybear, but I'm not sure. Thatvibrator helped show me how to have an orgasm and what my clit was for(yes, I was in my early twenties, in law school - I was a latebloomer). I remember how excited I was, just to own it; to walk out ofthe shop and have this special treasure tucked into my bag. And then Igot home and used it and wow! I went on to wear that one out, beforereplacing it and then upgrading to the vibrator that is still mymainstay, the Hitachi Magic Wand, which I now can't imagine everliving without.But what sticks out for me from those early days of Babeland shoppingto walking into the store today is the friendliness of the staff andthe environment. You know the people working there actually care aboutsex and making it better, for everyone who walks in their door,whether that's with a bottle of lube, a harness, nipple clamps, or avibrator (or two). Babeland is the kind of place anyone can walk inand banish all those shameful, scary feelings about sex I think eventhe most enlightened among us sometimes walk around with. It's a storeI've taken many friends to buy their first (or second, third, etc.)vibrators, and where I go when I want to find new toys or just browseand get ideas for erotica stories.I can't imagine what New York would be like without Babeland as aresource. I remember trying to buy porn at one of those shops on 6thAvenue near West 4th Street, and being the only woman there, beingnervous and feeling out of place. That doesn't happen at Babeland.Their bright, cheerful, colorful atmosphere comes armed with a staffwho can actually tell you about which vibrator would work best foryour specific needs, taking into consideration numerous factors. Thetoys I've bought from Babeland, from paddles to vibrators to buttplugs, rope, a gorgeous purple flogger, and more, are ones I treasureand have put to good use.Congratulations on your first 15 successful years; I can't wait to seewhat Babeland cooks up in the next 15.
I didn't buy my first vibrator from Babeland, because I don't think ithad opened in New York at that time, but I have bought my favorite andmost beloved ones there. I distinctly remember when the Babeland onRivington Street opened. I was just starting to explore my and NewYork's sexuality, going to play parties, coming out as bisexual,discovering that I liked things like spanking. I would go to Babelandand look hungrily at all the shiny, pretty, sometimes intimidating andexciting objects all around. Little did I know I would go on to doreadings and an erotic love letter workshop there.The vibrator that really changed my life was a little pink clitoralone, it may have been called the Honeybear, but I'm not sure. Thatvibrator helped show me how to have an orgasm and what my clit was for(yes, I was in my early twenties, in law school - I was a latebloomer). I remember how excited I was, just to own it; to walk out ofthe shop and have this special treasure tucked into my bag. And then Igot home and used it and wow! I went on to wear that one out, beforereplacing it and then upgrading to the vibrator that is still mymainstay, the Hitachi Magic Wand, which I now can't imagine everliving without.But what sticks out for me from those early days of Babeland shoppingto walking into the store today is the friendliness of the staff andthe environment. You know the people working there actually care aboutsex and making it better, for everyone who walks in their door,whether that's with a bottle of lube, a harness, nipple clamps, or avibrator (or two). Babeland is the kind of place anyone can walk inand banish all those shameful, scary feelings about sex I think eventhe most enlightened among us sometimes walk around with. It's a storeI've taken many friends to buy their first (or second, third, etc.)vibrators, and where I go when I want to find new toys or just browseand get ideas for erotica stories.I can't imagine what New York would be like without Babeland as aresource. I remember trying to buy porn at one of those shops on 6thAvenue near West 4th Street, and being the only woman there, beingnervous and feeling out of place. That doesn't happen at Babeland.Their bright, cheerful, colorful atmosphere comes armed with a staffwho can actually tell you about which vibrator would work best foryour specific needs, taking into consideration numerous factors. Thetoys I've bought from Babeland, from paddles to vibrators to buttplugs, rope, a gorgeous purple flogger, and more, are ones I treasureand have put to good use.Congratulations on your first 15 successful years; I can't wait to seewhat Babeland cooks up in the next 15.
