My life as of late has been…. drama-filled. So much stress and headache, I haven’t blogged about much of it because I don’t even know where to start. There’s the Feminique renovation and museum project that is never ending. There’s the impending headache of round 27 with the borough of West Chester after they denied my sign permit- AGAIN yesterday. I’m been stressing about money and my student loan debt that is so horrendous the BBC did a story on me about it this week (http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-20663550). You know it’s bad when your level of broke makes international news. And there’s also been the looming marriage issue, in which Ryan Tyler and I have agreed since July to do so I can get health insurance but I’ve been hemming and hawing about it because the thought of being married spirals me into an identity crisis. Long story short, I have a lot on my mind. And I’ve been looking for the little things to bring me joy and cheer me up, and I’ve found that cheer in plush sexually transmitted diseases.
Margaux the Vulva Puppet now has friends! There’s the ovum and sperm cell on the back of the couch (which need names!), and the HIV, Syphilis, Herpes, HPV, Hepatitis, and Chlamydia microbes on the seat of the couch. I absolutely adore them. I keep looking over at them and smiling. I am some kind of sex nerd that plush STIs make me so happy. Next I have my eyes set on Gonorrhea and Trichomoniasis toys, as well as a plush uterus and testicle…. in case anyone couldn’t think of what to get Feminique for Christmas :)
My current collection. I love them!
Trichomoniasis is sad :(
How can you not love these?!