Real Talk

Sitting in a spacious basement kitchen in a stylish Victorian town house. A group of my oldest friends sit around the dining table, drinking fizz and eating home-made, vegetarian food, celebrating the change about to occur in our lives.

We're leaving home, moving away, and starting university. It's a big step, and where as the majority of us will either be within at the most a two hour drive from one another or jetting off to India or Vietnam for a gap year, it's still hard to accept that things will never be the same again. 

So a catch up was in order. Shout out to good friend and fellow blogger Amy Rylett (Click Here to view blog) for organizing an awesome night.

"When did everyone start owning a dildo?!" 

The answer is simple. While other people were falling in love at seventeen and getting regular sex. 

We're women now. We have needs; and not in a patronizing "you'll understand when you're older" kind of way. We actually have needs. 

Hormones aside, dildo's have become a top conversation topic. Do you own one? Is it actually a dildo or just a bullet? When do you find the time to use it? 

When do we find the time to use it? 

During a long shower? After realizing you've drunk too much coffee before bed? Any time at all. 

I've been in a relationship for three months, and in that time I've worked nearly everyday, earning money for university and spending it all on anything but university. I'd forgotten what it was like to sit down with this particular group of amazing people and get down and talk about the dirty.

Is it so wrong that we just don't feel the need to be conservative in private?

We live in the modern world. It either takes a whole night, with a week of organizing, a new dress and several top flirting techniques to establish an orgasm as a single girl. Or a simple purchase at Anne Summers and a hot bath, without the hassle of having to sneak out the next morning. It's a no brainer, and Anne Summers deserves a medal on behalf of all the horny feminists out there. 'Cus we don't have to put out for no man.

Of course, being in a relationship is different. But I'm off to university in two weeks and it's going to get lonely. So queue a trip to my new best friend Anne Summers. A little something for me... And a little something for him when I come back to visit. 

So get off you're high horse and discuss. You'll be seriously surprised by how many REAL women you know.

Peace Out ♥