Toys delivered!

I bopped around the south end yesterday afternoon delivering three of the four copies of Zelda III that I had ready at hand: one to Temptress, who's dating another trans woman, and two to other trans women. So! That's going better than expected.

During that second delivery, the trans woman's housemate, who was dressed as a normie, complimented my Evil Princess coat and outed herself as a goth. She knows cupcake_goth, natch, because everyone does.

One sex therapist has expressed interest in my final design, and wants a fact sheet and a link to an e-commerce site. I assume that what goes into the fact sheet is something like what I put in my big call to action, but I should look at an example.

While I was literally in the neighborhood, I got Ex to sign my car title, because it was legally our car title. I've mailed it, so I should be free of any legal entanglements with the car. What a contrast to the last time I dealt with a wrecked car! I also confirmed that poor Ex has arthritis in her hands that's severe enough that she sometimes has trouble with one of her front door locks.

And she had a suggestion for e-commerce that I'm taking seriously: selling my sex toys on Etsy! I've seen BDSM toys for sale on Etsy, and their infrastructure is pretty solid, so why not? People who regularly sell stuff, and I'm pretty sure a few of are reading this, is there anything wrong with this plan? Yes, Etsy takes their percentage, but so would any other e-commerce sollution. The worst thing I can think of is that people won't take it seriously. However I'm already a trans woman apparently selling to mainly trans people who are familiar with the issue I'm trying to address. I doubt my putative customers, or even the sex therapists who want to help them, would give a damn.

I took my last remaining copy of the toy to the Merc, and you bet your sweet booty I pimped it to total or at least partial strangers. I didn't get any takers, but I did try. I still have one social network left to blast, and a sex therapist or two to buttonhole.

update: out of toys!

So walked on down to Fremont's statue of Lenin, and I delivered the last of my four copies of Zelda III to S the Sex Therapist, who wanted it not for herself but for a friend who's currently traveling internationally. She had kind brown eyes above a black mask, and freckles. She pointed out that her green hair is the color complement of my purple hair.

She thanked me for making the toy. I said, "I wish I could say I did it out of altruism, but I was having trouble with hand injuries. It was either this," pointing to the toy, "or medical attention."
"That's not bad," she said, or words to that effect. Did she mean medical attention? Or trying to avoid it? She doesn't have a medical kink, does she? I mean, if she does, that's not bad, but it's not one that I share.

She's cute. I like her. She's maaaybe half my age plus ten years. It isn't obvious from online if she's even into women, or what what her relationship status is. Given her occupation, she's probably more protective of her privacy than most.

Yeah, I know. Down, girl.