There’s no way to put this elegantly: It really sucks when your rabbi finds your vibrator. Don’t believe us? Then believe Sarah Tuttle-Singer, who just gave us the whole down and dirty story.
You won’t want to miss this latest piece from Kveller. Here’s a sneak peak:
I do not have a pen in my bedside drawer. Nor do I have paper.
Instead, I have a bottle of K-Y Jelly, enough Trojans to take over Troy, and my neon purple iRabbit vibrator.
Can we ask?
It's important to us to keep the warm, joyfully Jewish community on Kveller accessible for all. Reader donations help us do just that. Can you spare a few to keep Kveller free? (We'll love you forever.)
Read the rest here.
