Swipe Right
“After experiencing it, alongside a rousing performance from me, they quickly agree it’s the only one we need.”
I found the perfect strap-on at the age of 26. Yes, you read that correctly — perfect. It fits me like a glove or should I say, I fit it like a glove? Masterful and expertly crafted, my eyes brighten and glisten every time I behold it. I’d write a jingle about it a la that one episode of The Jamie Foxx Show — but I’m no vocalist. I didn’t find it while roaming through my local sex shop, while perusing online reviews, or even as a suggestion from a friend — this beauty came to me one chilly fall evening after swiping right.
I was a fresh-faced NYC transplant exploring newfound levels of adulthood. My eyes were wide and the gap between my sexual escapades was growing even wider. If you’ve ever been single and dating, then you know how tragic the dating scene can be, add in being a Black queer woman whose friends are 98% straight and the task becomes all the more dreadful. Remember Whitney Houston during her Lifetime Achievement Award speech at the 2001 BET Awards? Replace the names she rattled off with dating apps and you have my experience. I was on every single one and was growing tired of getting no play whatsoever, and then jackpot. I matched with a charming older West Indian woman who was a little mysterious and had BDE. We met for tea and afterward, she and her backpack came over to my place and what followed was a top-tier sexual experience.
It was my first time experiencing this piece of lesbian lore. Strap-ons making their way out of backpacks was real? I couldn’t help but laugh. I was a baby queer new to the scene and I didn’t think people actually roamed the city with straps at the ready. My laughing fit quickly ended after she came out of the bathroom and strapped to her was 6 inches of curved, girthy, glory — also known as the VixSkin Buck. From the audible gasp upon its entry, I was hooked. Buck filled me up and caressed parts of me that I didn’t know existed.
I never understood the hype around straps before this experience. What I knew of them were all rainbows, bright colors, and no texture. At the time my sole experience had been with cishet men. So, when I thought of penetration a bag of Skittles wasn’t what I had in mind, but The Buck — my Buck — was different. The tone of the chocolatey goodness and ridges in the form of perfectly placed veins so realistic you’d swear you could feel its pulse. Once I gained the confidence (and consent) to try my hand as a top I got off seeing my partner have the same reaction to VixSkin strap-ons as I did. They would be in pure ecstasy and yearning for more just as I was that fateful fall night. I realized then that my sexuality was mine to shape. The possibilities were endless. I could express my queerness how I saw fit. I can’t imagine my sex life without it. There have been times where a partner introduced me to a different strap. Some were better than others still none felt as if they were made just for me. Since then, I’ve established with every lover I’ve had that Buck is the only one for me. After experiencing it, alongside a rousing performance from me, they quickly agree it’s the only one we need.
Finding and connecting with the VixSkin felt like queer divine timing. I was breaking down the layers of my newly found queer identity, and finding freedom in releasing stigmas and fears that I once had with my sexuality. For others, settling into your queerness may come from moments that many may deem more conventional, but I found mine in the form of the perfect strap I happened to stumble on while swiping right. I tested others through the years, trying to fit into the narrative of variety being the spice of life but — I always come back to my first love, My Buck. It’s always given me (and my lovers) everything we need, nothing else has come close so there is no need for a drawer filled with straps that will only collect dust. So in the end, all you need is one strap — or whatever it was that Nas said.
Comments
It’s wild to me that a strap-wielder would be so fixed on using a certain dick regardless of their partner’s comfort. I get being attached to one you love, but that’s the beauty of the thing–you can have whatever you want (as long as you can afford it–good dicks cost good money).
as someone who is a Pisces *and* a Vixskin obsessive, both of these perspectives resonated deeply with me. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
This was great! As someone who is wildly indecisive when choosing …anything really, I love the idea of finding the perfect one so I never have to go searching again. otoh as a bit of a commitment-phobe, I definitely see the appeal of having a collection at the ready so I always know I have options
Love both of your writing too! This series is a great use of the new multi-byline option