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In days long ago, I used to do vibrator reviews.

That might seem odd, me being a man and all, but I had a perspective: I wrote vibrator reviews from the perspective of a man who used vibrators to make ladies very, very, very, very happy. I wrote as someone who used them not on himself, but to, well, spread the love.

And what I liked and disliked is different, in ways subtle and not subtle, from the likes and dislikes of those women with more direct experience of the vibrator itself. I saw things from a different angle, very literally an also figuratively.

On a directly mechanical level, I can see what I am doing, and I have literal, physical angles available to me that are less available to women using them on themselves. This makes many things possible to me that are difficult for someone pleasing themselves.

And, though I do not experience the feeling of the vibrator directly, as the woman in question does, that can be an advantage. I can draw out and delay climax in a way that, for some partners, was difficult for them to do for themselves.

I could go on. And I will, which is why I am writing this.

I used to write vibrator reviews. I had opinions. I have a favorite! I have probably owned more than twenty vibrators in my life. I own seven currently (there is a reason for that). Different ones are excellent for different things. And they are useful at different times.

At present, there is no "test subject" in my life, so I can't review recent acquisitions. But I have old favorites, and the reviews of them are no longer anywhere that I can access them, so I will write some reviews of those.

I don't know if anyone else is giving voice to this perspective, but I feel like talking about what I know. So expect a word or two on the topic in the coming days.

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