About this blog

My Love Machine is written like a private notebook: one woman thinking out loud about distance, desire, toys, and the kind of intimacy that does not always fit inside ordinary relationship rules.

I write as M. The letter is partly privacy and partly a mood. I am interested in what happens when people stop treating sex as something women are only supposed to receive, refuse, or explain away.

Sometimes that means writing about being touched. Sometimes it means writing about touching someone else, controlling a toy from far away, being controlled with trust, or making room for partners of different genders and bodies.

The point is not to be shocking. The point is to be honest about wanting, and careful about consent.

What I am not pretending to be

• I am not a doctor or therapist.
• I am not a professional testing lab.
• I do not invent product experiences I have not had.
• I do not think toys replace people. I think they sometimes give people another way to reach each other.

If a post includes product ideas, I try to separate personal reaction, research, and practical buying criteria. If something involves health, pain, safety, or trauma, it deserves more than a casual blog answer.