Today on ins and outs I'd like to take a moment to talk about a company who's products I absolutely adore. They go by the name'a Liberator, and their products are totally life-changing.

While their line of 'bedroom adventure gear' has grown to include everything from erotic prints to fashion chokers, the Liberator name is still synonymous with their original line: sex furniture.

New Year's Sex Rez

One of the ways we aim to please is by offering both the acccoutrements for whatever sex act you seek plus amazing material to study and explore new things.

It's great seeing so many books leave the store in the first few weeks of this new year: more exploration and openness that speaks 'volumes' to the curiosity and willingness to try new things.

Happy New Year, lovely customers! May all your adventures be fruitful, and even if they're not - Try it once. Try it again! THEN decide to abort or keep it is a motto I heard from one of the owners here that I quite like.


Ok honestly? I hate the media. I hate the insane monkey circus it's become, like a throwaway episode of the Kardashian reality show, and it seems like it's gotten exponentially worse in the past year or so. It's maddening. This isn't a liberal phenomenon, nor a conservative phenomenon. This kind of idiocy transcends socioeconomic status, origin, identity; this is a deeply human problem.

I'm talking about today's vitriolic reaction to allegations of America's "president elect" having a predilection for golden showers. Pee. Piss.

Give Him the Finger

I am so happy to report that we now have a live demonstration of prostate play to bring in the new year! It's definitely one of the overlooked and underplayed sexual techniques. I'm sure Robin, our amazing presenter will do a great job at presenting the delights therein. Come and join us on January 10th, 2017! 


We’ve added an awesome new seminar on Prostate lovin’ to our roster of classes, so I thought it’d be apropos to do a lil In and Out on: Prostate Massagers!


Another craptacular day out there. It’s almost like it’s winter in Vancouver. Weird hey? I’m trying to find some punny connection between telling myself to shut up about the weather and segueing into a post about gags but it ain’t coming. Gags. Gags fer yer mouth. This is what I’m talking about.


Holy crap it’s gross out today. Very glad to be cozy in the shop with my coffee and space heater and Sunday classical music on the CBC. But it’s not all cozy-coffee-sipping-cellos in here, there’s work to be done. For example, it falls to me to tell you aaaaaaall about


Yeah, no. None of those.


Having worked at various “adult boutiques” on and off for the past five years, you get to know all the lines. “Hey, condoms! You guys got a fitting room? Hyuk hyuk, hyuk.” “Where do the massages happen? It’s okay, I’m not a cop.” “My girl doesn’t need a vibrator, she’s got me.” “Glass?? But what happens if it breaks inside you??” This last one I’ve heard with increasing frequency of late, so I’d like to take a minute to talk about glass: why it’s awesome, why it’s worth the money, and why no, it won’t break inside you.


So I was watching Lars Von Trier’s explicit….hilarious….dark…..utterly outrageous…let’s just go with complicated film Nymphomaniac (part 2 if we’re being nitpicky), and I was inspired by a scene to write a quick note today about one of my favourite lil sex objects: The Cat O’ Nine Tails.


There’s a chill in the air today guys, and there’s a saying for that: nippy. It’s distinctly nippy out there (and in here thanks to me and my hate for bras), and now feels like the perfect time to talk about nips. In the world of genital-centric sex, nipples often get neglected or left out entirely. But these little guys can be incredibly erogenous when stimulated, with some people even being able to orgasm just from nipple play!



Yesterday the CBC ran a story about a dress code (pictured abover) that was handed out to Air Cadets in St. Johns Newfoundland. Among other things, the dress code warned female cadets against wearing shirts that “reveal their developing bits”. Their. Developing. Bits. You can read the article here.


Hey everybody!

Fall is officially in the air, and to be quite honest I love it. The chill makes me feel creative, energized, and most relevantly: sexy!

Today I’m going to be talking about the very sexy and seductive art of Shibari, or, Japanese rope bondage. Briefly, this incredible art began in Japan several hundred years ago, and was originally devised for the purpose of tying up prisoners in unknown (and therefore harder to escape) ways. These techniques began show up on stages in the 1950s, and have gained in popularity and complexity ever since.

HUMP a collection of short amateur porn clips

 I went to the RIO theater last night to see a collection of short movie clips of amateur porn and it was so fun.  Each clip is about 5 minutes long and they made me laugh and filled me with wonder at the variety in peoples sexual lives and creative minds.  Tonight is the last night its playing in Vancouver so go to the RIO for 7pm or 9:30pm show.    Do it!

Disgruntled Dickery

Apparently your tenure here at the Art of Loving is not complete without some disgruntled customer chucking their used toy at you. I came in to work today to hear of my lovely and beloved co-worker having had a used cockring thrown at her. The guy had had it for over a MONTH. If you buy a $10 ring to keep your Johnson poking at whoever is lucky enough to be on the receiving end of your tender erection, you can bank on it eventually breaking apart. If your toy has disappointed you, we're more than happy to help solve the problem, but whether it's a cockring, a rabbit faced vibrator or a can of paint: it's assault if you throw it at us. Not in keeping with the Art of Loving, and we don't deal in actual Dick. 


So last week was all about dulling the senses when they prove to be too…well, sensitive! But sometimes the opposite is the case, senses not sensitive enough! Luckily there is an entire world of products designed with exactly that situation in mind, and ‘cause “topical stimulants” doesn’t sound all that sexy, let’s call ‘em stimulating potions!

(This is what came up in google when I searched “sexy science”. You’re welcome.)

© 2002 - 2016 The Art of Loving