Dildos on display, courtesy of Early to Bed, one of my favorite indie sex shops.
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 Hitachi, and a bunch of other topics.
And they told me about their vision for their shop. It would be a boutique sex shop in a retail location that sells body-safe products and some awesome local products as well. They’re still working on finding a space, which means the reality of the shop is further away than I would like to admit — but the possibility of it coming into existence is knocking around my brain like crazy. It’s exactly the kind of place I want to shop at — and, if I can, work at. I keep thinking about:
Strolling around the store at opening time, checking the batteries in each toy.
Telling a customer that yes, indeed, that glorious toy they’re fondling is as awesome as it seems.
Explaining to someone why glycerin and parabens have no place in lube.
I look at pictures and video of The Tool Shed, Early to Bed, The Smitten Kitten, and of course, Babeland, and my heart flutters at the thought of inhabiting a similar environment. For once in my life, I feel like I’m actually an authority on something — and this gives me some serious confidence. I’m itching to get out into the world to talk to people about sex toys. And if I can do that in an inviting, colorful, well-lit, fun shop, I’ll be in heaven.