There comes a time in every website’s life when it starts to outgrow itself. It becomes clunky, out-dated, technologically subpar. Building an entirely new site from the ground up is a huge undertaking. But that is just what my favorite sex toy retailer SheVibe has spent the last 2+ years doing, and today we get to reap the rewards in the form of their sparkling new website! This new site is everything I’d hoped for. It feels expansive, fresh, and bright. SheVibe’s signature art (all drawn in-house by the freakishly talented Alex) looks somehow even more amazing than before. Products are shown in a grid format, so you can view more of them at once and spend less time scrolling. Search . . . read more

Me + Sandra from SheVibe + a hotel room with vulvaesque wallpaper + a phone camera + wine = this rollicking good time of a video! Easily, one of the highlights of Woodhull’s Sexual Freedom Summit this year was spending time with Sandra, Thor, and Alex from SheVibe. I’ve hung out with them before at conferences past, but this time I was reminded once again why we are a match made in sex toy heaven. How, I wondered, could I convey their in-person awesomeness to all of you? That’s when I decided to corral Sandra into my room for a live Periscope video chat. Answering questions from each other and the audience, we spent an hour talking about dream vibrators, vulva kayaks, our shared love of . . . read more

It’s no secret that SheVibe is my favorite online sex shop. Launched in 2006, they are perhaps best known for their gorgeous, ever-changing comic-inspired art — but there’s even more awesomeness beneath the surface. Aside from the obviously good stuff like cheap US shipping, discreet billing, and award nominations, SheVibe goes above and beyond to provide a superior sex toy shopping experience. Here are five reasons why I love SheVibe that, notably, have nothing to do with the fact that they are a riot to hang out with, sponsor me to go to conferences, made me into a superhero, created a landing page of my favorite toys, and like to call me “Piphy Pants.” I also asked them for the inside scoop on . . . read more

I suppose I have never divulged the fact that I really, really, really want to work at a sex shop. That’s because, where I live, my options to do so are pretty limited. I could work at a semi-sleazy shop where customers generally keep their distance from employees. Where jelly toys line the walls while Lelo toys are kept in a glass case. Where porn is so cheap it’s kept in bins. But… I’d really prefer something better. A couple days ago, I had coffee with two gals who are working on opening a sex shop in my city. We chatted/geeked out about sex toy packaging, circus porn, the horror that is Fun Factory’s battery compartments, shitty “for women” porn, the . . . read more