I had my first shift volunteering at Habitat for Humanity today. In future, I will be sure to take my camera to this, because there is some cool, old stuff coming through those doors. Today, I cleaned, wait for it, wait for it…
A vintage 60's era vibrator. That heats up.
I shit you not. I wish I had a picture. I saw the box languishing in the bottom of the bin and scooped it up before Mr. Wires (my kind and knowledgable trainer) could get dibs. The words "Personal Massager" really only mean one thing to me, and it has nothing to do with aching backs. This specimen had a circular metal disc, about 3.5 inches across, on one end of a plastic handle. The control was a dial offering vibe, hi heat, lo heat, and the delightful sounding combo of H&V.
Although I know it is kinda gross that I'm talking about a used vibrator here, I'm still incredibly excited by the idea of a vibrator with a heating element. Right up until it's too hot. How come none of the offerings at The Ineffable Woman have that?
Posted in Awesome Habitat Finds, Current Events, Dumbass



