May 182019
 
Me working on a very early layout for my blog design. Toys left to right: Uberrime Splendid (large), Blush Sweet Rush, Portland Toy Company Trinket.

In middle school, while others played wall ball, I taught myself basic HTML. I was one of the kids staying inside during recess, because the internet was calling to me. I built countless websites on Geocities and Angelfire, peppering them with visually-painful neon colors, blinking text, and weirdo fonts. If I was feeling particularly saucy, maybe an embedded MIDI file that belted out a crude “Desperado.”

The cool thing about that time period is that literally nobody was looking at what I was doing on the internet.

I of course parlayed that field experience later in life with this blog, teaching myself more technical skills along the way, like CSS and how to wrangle WordPress. It’s served me well, for the most part, but I’ve focused mainly on writing new posts, learning to take decent photos, and being a hoot on social media. My site’s design, meanwhile, has evolved less.

That was fine at first, but it’s an issue now. I’ve had roughly the same blog design since I went self-hosted in 2009, and you can tell. I’ve tweaked it plenty over the years to add functionality, but the basic structure remains — and it’s a limiting, outdated one. I’ve been low-key embarrassed about how my site looks for years, but I kept putting it off, thinking, ugh, I don’t have time to overhaul the entire thing right now. And that’s what it needs: a total gutting.

Last week, though, I had a bit of a realization with my therapist. I could take a hiatus from blogging — or simply post less often — to focus on making the re-design everything I want it to be. She kinda had to talk me into the idea, but she had a good point: it’s summer, the slow season, people will be out having lives. Why couldn’t I have one too? Give myself enough time to really execute my ideas well?

I knew it was the right thing to do because of how fucking pumped I felt after therapy that day. I was bursting with ideas, like 13-year-old me securing a sweet Geocities URL. Yes, I’d consumed several shots of espresso, but it was still quite the contrast against the general burnout and anxiety I’ve been feeling lately. After all, I realized, it’s hard to get excited to write when I don’t even like how my posts look when they’re published.

As a recovering perfectionist, this is the challenge of my life. I’ve found myself doing shit like googling “web design trends 2019” and it’s not okay. Aerie reminded me that fads come and go, and chasing them isn’t worth it. They’re right, but I do worry. I worry about being relevant and cool, and I desperately want my blog to be more modern.

The approximate amount of coffee I will need to consume each day to finish this project.  Left to right: Sassy, Sweet Rush, Splendid (large), Trinket.
The approximate amount of coffee I will need to consume each day to finish this project.
Left to right: Sassy, Sweet Rush, Splendid (large), Trinket.

Sifting through WordPress themes has reminded me of how, well, old I am. I remember when rounded corners were the tits — you wouldn’t be caught dead with jagged square edges on your images. I remember when mobile design was an afterthought and theme flexibility meant being able to change the color of your links. Features I only dreamed of having on my website years ago, such as a lightning-fast real-time search and enticing mega menu, are now standard on most blog themes.

I have a wishlist five miles long of blog features, and I intend to get most, if not all, of what I want. My main goal with the new design: making the homepage a place you want to stay. I want to show off new content and spotlight old posts too, making it more welcoming to new readers and more interesting for old ones. I also want to overhaul my sidebar (I’ve already moved my blogroll to its own page!) and customize category and tag pages to make archive-diving more enjoyable. The site will finally be mobile-responsive, and dear god, I hope, faster.

The question of fonts is an important one. When I designed this site, Trebuchet MS was one of the more lively of my font options, because we were limited to the fonts people already had on their computers. Now, we can use virtually any font we desire. Tasked with finding the perfect font for my writing, I am overwhelmed with choice. Look, all I want is something readable yet unique, with the right kind of ampersands and Es and question marks and correct curvature of apostrophes. Is that so much to ask?!

Hey Epiphora logo

My “logo” is another complicated matter. I’ve never had one, really — it’s always just been “Hey Epiphora” in that particular font. I’m torn between keeping it for its association with my brand, or scrapping it for something new entirely. I have no idea which aspects of my brand are quintessential, except maybe my color scheme, which I intend to keep — but diversify. (I might get wild and add an orange or something. Anaranjado, bitches.)

As I spend the summer working on my site re-design, posts are going to be more sporadic. I plan to take the opportunity to work on myself, too: by reading Burnout and Mindfulness, learning to meditate. Going to the doctor. Weeding my yard. Trying to eat breakfast, drink water, believe in myself and all that shit. I’m dreaming big.

I’ll also be attending the sex toy trade show ANME in July, thanks to the generosity of SheVibe! I’ve never been before, strangely enough. In addition to squeezing every new dildo and finally meeting various sex toy company reps in person, I’ll be participating in a special influencers meeting with Velvet Thruster and some fellow bloggers. Very very excited about that! Keep up with all my antics, as usual, on my social media accounts.

So if there’s something you need me to know about the design of my site, speak now or forever hold your dildos. And reassure me you’ll still be here when I’m done, because my brain is telling me this is risky to my business even if the payoff could be grand. At summer’s end, I hope to present to you a fancier, sleeker, totally spruced up Hey Epiphora.

Wanna give me input on my new site design?

Thank you! I’ve written some specific questions here, but I’m open to any input you might have about my design, as long as it’s kind.

  • Which modern web design elements do you love? Hate?
  • When you want to browse old content on my site, how do you find it? How can I make this process easier and more fun?
  • Do you know any awesome graphic designers, brand consultants, and/or web designers I should consider hiring? Hell, I’ll even take recommendations on straight-up artists if you think their style might fit.
  • Do you associate the handwritten font in my header with my “brand” enough that I should keep it? What else do you associate with my brand?
  • What do you look for in the mobile version of a blog?
  • Should I keep the superhero version of me as my avatar, or take an actual photo of myself?
  • Do you use these things when they are present on a blog: tag cloud? Social media sharing buttons? What do you think of sites that load another post after the one you’ve just read — useful or rude?
  • Which other blogs do you read? What aspects of their site designs do you appreciate? Can you show me the queer blogs because I don’t know how to escape the straight girl food/fashion/lifestyle blog world?!
  • Might you be interested in beta-testing the design in a few months? Shoot me an email if so!
Apr 012019
 
Review: Vintage vibrators

Masturbating like it’s 1925 with the Polar Cub Electric Vibrator, Oster Massagett, and Vanguard Vibro-Massager

[I published this on April Fool’s Day ’cause it’s fun, but everything here is real. I tell no lies.]

The inventor of the first electrical vibrator, doctor Joseph Mortimer Granville, called his device “Granville’s Hammer” — and if that’s not obviously named by a man I don’t know what is. It was for male pain relief; he expressly didn’t want women to use it. “I have avoided, and shall continue to avoid the treatment of women by percussion,” he wrote in 1883, “simply because I do not wish to be hoodwinked, and help to mislead others, by the vagaries of the hysterical state.”

Joke’s on you, Joseph. [. . . read the rest]

Mar 242019
 
Review: Jellyfish 2.0 + MagmaTantus Magma, Tantus Splash, Whipspider Rubberworks Jellyfish, Uberrime Jellyfish 2.0.

Being a veteran sex toy blogger is a pretty sweet deal sometimes. I get to live to see most of my enemies disappear into the ether; I’m around as technologically-advanced sex toys become commonplace; and I’m still here when long-discontinued favorites are reborn. It’s the ciiiiiircle of liiiiiiife.

Today, what’s old is new again. Two textured dildos that have been out of production for years, the Whipspider Rubberworks Jellyfish and Tantus Splash, have risen from the dead — and my vagina is throwing a freaking all-night rager. [. . . read the rest]

Mar 192019
 
Giveaway: get goth with an all black vibrator!

The last vestiges of winter are stubbornly hanging on, but I know just how to melt your frozen hearts: a sex toy giveaway! My top vibrator of last year, the Fun Factory Volta, now comes in ALL BLACK and obviously, it is cause for celebration. I know many of you love a good spooky aesthetic, as do I, so when Fun Factory offered up a free black Volta for my readers, it was a no-brainer.

With its versatile fluttering tips, the Volta can please a variety of genital configurations, and the shiny black handle is just so sleek. Come, enter to win your own! [. . . read the rest]

Mar 102019
 
What, you don't want a dildo with your boyfriend's face on it?

Why wouldn’t you want this smug bastard smiling at you while you masturbate? He looks like the kind of guy who works in sales. Or no, tech. But he’s a team-building captain or some bullshit, so he thinks he’s above everyone else — they’re all nerdy losers. Used to wear baseball hats religiously, but ditched them in his thirties in favor of hair gel. Wears his suit jacket from work to the party, where he gets riled up about separating the art from the artist and gesticulates so hard he nearly spills his craft beer. His laugh is the kind that pierces the air suddenly, startling everyone in the room. [. . . read the rest]

Feb 262019
 
Review: Rumble Seat

The Jimmyjane Rumble Seat in front of my sex toy closet.

When you arrive at the sex party and present the guests with your vibrating sex chair, you don’t exactly want the response to be “that looks like a toilet.” But that’s where I was. I was the guy bringing the sex machine to the party, and my sex machine immediately turned everyone off. One guest stated bluntly, “that’s not attractive enough to fuck, not at all.” “It looks like something a toddler would sit on,” another added. Nobody disputed it.

Clearly, we were all super aroused.

The subject in question was the Jimmyjane Rumble Seat, and it was getting quite the icy reception for a contraption that retails for FOUR HUNDRED FUCKING DOLLARS. [. . . read the rest]

Feb 112019
 
Sex toy news: inclusive marketing and a vibrator with a butt

One of my favorite dildos — which was tragically discontinued years ago — has risen from the dead! Once known as the Tantus Splash, it’s now called the Magma and comes in a softer silicone. Hopefully I can still feel those stimulating drips!

Our old friend the Hitachi Magic Wand is getting another iteration, and my vulva is flushing with excitement! It’s called the Magic Wand Plus, a corded vibe with a smooth silicone head and the same settings as the Magic Wand Rechargeable, finally at a lower price point. YES YES YES.

Dame, the company responsible for the nightmare that was/is the Eva, has released the kind of toy I suggested people buy instead of the Eva: a simple, compact rechargeable vibe. [. . . read the rest]

Jan 222019
 
The Coming Out Interviews, pt. 2: Mom, I'm a sex blogger

The memory’s a bit of a blur now, but almost 7 years ago, I was standing in the bathroom at my parents’ house, mentally preparing myself to tell them I had a sex blog. I knew everything would be okay in the end, and it was — but I could’ve never anticipated just how genuinely my parents, and my mom in particular, would come to encourage and champion this unorthodox career.

Coming out as a sex blogger was my second coming out. My first took place at age 14, when I wrote a letter to my parents confessing that I liked girls. [. . . read the rest]

Dec 312018
 
Epiphora's best and worst sex toys of 2018

Before we give the middle finger to 2018, please come along with me on a romp through the year in my life and sex toys! It was a year of low-key shenanigans: I pulled off a viscous yet glittery April Fools’ prank, attended a few sex parties, started keeping a journal again, took a cute romantic trip, read a lot of smutty fan fiction, watched a ton of CockyBoys, and went to amateur porn film festival HUMP! twice — once with my mom. (She loved it.) I said goodbye to my sweet 17-year-old kitty and healed my soul with some much-needed Melissa Etheridge. [. . . read the rest]

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