Welcome to I Love My Vibrators, the blog I probably should’ve started years ago when I realized I was hiding sex toys in the same drawer as my tax documents. I’m Kelly—single, divorced, and finally living in an era of my life where nobody under the age of 25 asks me for snacks at midnight. My kids are grown, the house is quiet, and that means I can test vibrators at full volume without apologizing to anyone. Honestly? It’s glorious.
I stumbled into toy reviewing the way some people stumble into CrossFit: accidentally, enthusiastically, and with a questionable amount of stretching. One day I bought a vibrator. Then another. Then someone said, “Girl, you should write this stuff down,” and here we are.
On this blog, you’ll get the truth. The whole truth. And nothing but the extremely buzzy truth. If a toy is powerful enough to make me forget my ex’s name, I’ll tell you. If it’s a flop that sounds like an electric toothbrush with asthma, I’ll tell you that too.
I’m here because pleasure is part of being alive—not an optional upgrade. Whether you’re single, partnered, exploring, rediscovering, or just plain curious… I’ve got you. Let’s talk toys, sex, midlife desire, and all the juicy, honest, grown-woman goodness that comes with reclaiming fun.
Now grab a snack, settle in, and don’t judge my metaphors. Some of these toys do things that require creative language.
Welcome to the toy drawer.